Cheetah
I watch with keen sight,
I'm ready to fight,
My prey is my focus,
I rely on my agility.
I'm hungry and angry,
I run as fast as I can,
My prey can’t escape me,
It’s a futile flee.
My speed is uncommon,
My strength, I summon,
I'm at a close range,
I can sense its fear.
My prey is under me,
No where to run,
No escape under the sun,
I launch in.
October 27, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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