CheetahsUnlimited

My kin stalk the savannah. Embodiments of the wind, They chase down prey as easily as drawing breath. Their golden eyes gleam, Their golden yellow pelts Are bedecked in jet black spots. Their tails give them course like a rudder. They are the wisps of the savannah, Magnificent predators like no other. Is any other cat so swift? So thin? Is any other cat so peaceable, Yet still possessing of the heart of a warrior? Is any other cat so beautiful? For what is more beautiful than the wind, As it embodies itself in sinew and muscle: The lean body of a cheetah. No other cat can bend so well, Their spine flexing like a piece of ela