Velvet Vigilance

In the shadows, a guardian lies, With eyes like amber, warm and wise. The cheetah's gaze, a piercing sight, A fusion of power and gentle might. The fur, a canvas of golden hue, With spots that dance, like secrets anew. The whiskers twitch, the ears unfold, A story of wildness, yet to be told. In this portrait, a tale is spun, Of a creature, majestic, yet undone. The background fades, a darkened stage, For the star, a cheetah, in a silent age. The texture of fur, a tactile dream, Invites the touch, a sensory theme. The eyes, a window to the soul, A depth of wisdom, makes us whole.