Velvet Vigilance

In the shadows, a guardian watches, With eyes that burn like embers of dawn. The cheetah's gaze, a piercing lance, Cuts through the darkness, a path is born. The fur, a canvas of golden light, Dappled with shadows, a wondrous sight. The whiskers, fine as a poet's quill, Vibrate with secrets, a silent will. In this portrait, we see a tale unfold, Of power, of grace, of a story untold. The cheetah's presence, a whispered promise, Of swiftness, of stealth, of a hunter's trance. And as we gaze into those eyes so bright, We feel the pulse of the wild, the thrill of the night. A connection is made, a bond takes hold, Between the viewer and the wild, a story to be told.