I chase the cheetah
Down
The footprints
Left in mud
Are strong, deep and dark
I don’t run
I am secured in tech
But the cheetah
Is wide open
Its soft yellow fur
And random black spots
Running down
At top speed
But then
I see a new one
Old, and worn out
Perfect, I think
Aim and capture
In my net
It doesn’t fight
Just sits there
Waiting to be killed
I stare at it
It stares back
With its
Swollen red eyes
In tight slits
Not yellow nor orange
Just grey and brown
Looks at me
With that
Helpless face
I step closer
And reach for
My weapon
But it jumps out
And attacks me