African Savanna Cheetah Vs the Wildebeest
I FEAST MY EYES UPON A HEARD.
I LAY AND WAIT WITHOUT A WORD.
SLOWLY, SLOWLY, I MADE MY WAY.
THE WILDEBEEST WILL BE MY PREY.
I SELECTED A FEW, AND THEN DOWN TO ONE.
LEAPED INTO ACTION AND STARTED TO RUN.
I SHORTENED MY DISTANCE WITH EVERY STRIDE.
IT TRIED TO ESCAPE BY GOING WIDE.
I ADJUSTED MY SPEED AND CHANGED MY DIRECTION.
I WOULD LIKE TO SAY, IT WAS A MOVE OF PERFECTION.
I COULD SENSE THE FEAR AS IT STARTED TO WEAK.
JUST A MATTER OF MINUTES BEFORE I CAN EAT.
FEELING FOCUSED READY TO POUNCE,
DOVE THROUGH THE AIR, FELT MYSELF BOUNCE.
LUCKY FOR ME MY TEETH WERE ATTACHED
TO THE WILDEBEEST NECK. MY DINNER AT LAST.
IT PUT UP A FIGHT,MAYBE MORE LIKE A STRUGGLE.
INCREASING MY APPETITE NEARLY BY DOUBLE.
ONE FINAL THING I'D LIKE TO SAY.
YOUNG WILDEBEEST MAKE A VERY FINE PREY.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2018
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