Velvet Vigilance

In the stillness, a guardian watches, With eyes like golden suns that softly clutch The shadows, where the night's dark whispers Are held in check by a gentle hush. The cheetah's coat, a canvas of night, With spots like secrets, hidden from the light, Blends with the darkness, a seamless might, As if the stars had descended to take flight. The whiskers tremble, a subtle sign Of a world alive, where senses intertwine, A dance of shadows, a silent design, Where the wild heart beats, and the soul is aligned. In this quiet moment, we find our own Reflection of the wild, where freedom is sown, A symbol of the power that lies within, A call to awaken, to let our spirits spin.