King Cheetah

Untamed, he roams the world he owns, This land of hopes and dreams... Where every hunting skill he hones With perfect-timing schemes... Intelligence beyond the norm, Instincts that serve as guide... There's beauty in his face and form That cannot be denied... This cheetah's fast as lightning, too. In seconds, flying fur... A rocket barely still in view, From head-to-tail, a blur... Perhaps that's why I call him king At everything he does... He flies like birds upon the wing, No hassle and no fuss! To me, he's got an athlete's style, Trimmed-back, machine-like grace... He's fit to run that extra mile For every single chase! Such speed, of course, is rarely found, That's why I'm so impressed... Of all the big cats still around, This king's one of the best! The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'King Cheetah'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com