City streets at 4 a.m
Are lifeless and alone.
In jungle still she sleeps,
A queen but yet no throne.
Soon will dawn the morning
With briskness and with noise,
Then cheetah will awake
To take her hunting poise.

Spotted cheetah, cheetah there.
I find no fault, I hate to stare.
Graceful cheetah, start to run.
Speed as bullet shot from gun.

City streets at 7 a.m
Are frantic and alive.
Cheetah’s now awoken,
Watches her prey arrive.
Soon there will be bloodshed
Kills she the great gazelle.
Food for life is vital
Within this jungle hell.

Racing cheetah, bound by bound
Leaves no trace upon the ground.
Cheetah gliding through the air;
Weightless gold coat keeps her there.

City streets in lamplight glare
So quiet and undone.
Cheetah now contented
Since she her battle won.
Soon will rise fresh sunlight,
Then process re begin.
Of hunt, catch and killing
No care for next of kin.

Heartless cheetah, day by day,
Life by instinct is her way.
Wondrous cheetah, so inspired
By city streets, I have admired.