By some seen as the kitten of wild cat family, <br />but it is no joke <br />when at a speed of <br />one hundred and ten kilometre per hour <br />a meter and half long Cheetah <br />of sixty kilograms comes racing at you <br /> <br />with bared teeth and outstretched piercing claws <br />and the yellow-brown coat with black spots <br />shimmers and you can see <br />the breast muscles retracting in power <br />and while on patrol, you are ready to shoot it down <br /> <br />but frozen like the Bushman tracker <br />its final direction averted me from shooting <br />with the powerful light machinegun <br />and in parts of a second <br />the cheetah flashed past <br /> <br />going at speed for the impala <br />that I did not notice before <br />of which the eyes were open wide with terror <br /> <br />and in a moment the cheetah tripped it, <br />with jaws locked around its throat <br />in a cloud of red-brown dust <br />pulled it down and laid there motionless <br />until the antelope stopped struggling.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cheetah/
