Velvet Vigilance

In the shadows, a guardian lies, With eyes that burn like golden skies, The cheetah's form, a masterpiece, Of nature's art, in subtle ease. The light dances upon its fur, A cloak of spots, like secrets obscure, The gentle curve of its reclined form, Echoes the stillness of a peaceful storm. Its gaze, a piercing, amber light, Cuts through the darkness of the night, A symbol of power, of grace, of might, A creature of beauty, in the silent fight. In its repose, a story's told, Of a hunter's skill, of a heart that's cold, Yet, in its eyes, a warmth is found, A connection to the heart, a bond profound.