The Running Cheetahs' Race

In golden grass, where sunlight streams, The African Savannah, land of dreams. Tall acacia trees stand proud and bold, A story of the wild, about to unfold.

Cheetah, sleek and spotted bright, Gazelles so graceful, taking flight. And Zebra striped, with coat so grand, All part of the drama in this sun-kissed land.

The Running Cheetahs' Race begins with glee, A blur of speed for all to see! Muscles pumping, paws a-blur, Chasing shadows, a whispered purr.

A flash of fur, a dusty trail, The Cheetahs hunt, their efforts never fail. Gazelles leap high, with frightened cries, While Zebra watches with wide, worried eyes.

Through tangled bush and open plain, The Cheetahs run, ignoring sun and rain. They stalk their prey, with patient grace, Determined to win this thrilling race.

With lightning speed and sudden burst, Their hunger pangs must be quenched first. The chase is done, the meal is won, Beneath the setting of the African sun.

Now bellies full, the Cheetahs rest, Their powerful muscles put to the test. The Savannah sleeps, serene and deep, Until tomorrow, when new adventures creep!