Velvet Vigilance

In the shadows, a guardian watches, With eyes that burn like golden embers. The cheetah's form, a masterpiece of grace, Blends into the night, a phantom in place. The branches twist, like nature's own design, A backdrop for the hunter's subtle might. The fur, a canvas of warm, earthy tones, With spots that dance, like secrets unknown. The gaze is piercing, a window to the soul, A reflection of power, and a heart that's whole. The whiskers twitch, a subtle sign of life, As the cheetah rests, with a watchful strife. In this moment, we find a truth profound, A connection to the wild, a spirit unbound. The cheetah's beauty, a gift to behold, A symbol of resilience, a story to be told.