The Zebra and the Cheetah
Running fast
On the bare terrain
Might be your last
So enjoy the strain
Predator is last
On the grassy plain
Oh well, it’s cast
But it was fair game
My prey is just in reach
If I catch; I keep
A feeling like a leech
On my side
Seeming on hard ground
Can’t get out; so loud!
Why are people proud
To capture my glide?