I Poem October 13, 2009

I am a cheetah.

I wonder what happened to my ancestors.

I have golden fur with round, black spots.

I hear the grasses blowing in the wind.

I see unsuspecting impalas and gazelles grazing on the open savannah.

I want to hunt them with my nonretractile claws.

I am a cheetah.

 

I pretend that we are numerous once again as we stand camoflaged among the tall grasses.

I feel distant from Africa to Asia to India.

I touch my prey’s neck with my sharp teeth.

I don’t worry about my prey escaping my clutches because I suffocate them.

I pretend to cry because my tear stripes surround my eyes.

I am a cheetah.

 

I understand that I am fast, running 60 miles per hour.

I say purr because I’m a big feline.

I dream of protecting my cubs, moving from place to place.

I try to avoid lions and hyenas with my cubs.

I hope conservationist’s efforts are successful.

I am a cheetah.

 

http://www.defenders.org/wildlife_and_habitat/wildlife/cheetah.php

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