Oh, what a majestic sight,
With eyes that sparkle black and bright,
A stance and look so quizzical it seems,
Their eyes tell stories of their dreams,
Dreams of freedom,space and pride,
A portal to their inside,
Obediently they sit and lie,
Hard to imagine they can almost fly,
Although they seem so calm and subdued,
There is a force within that being,
A force that most are not seeing,
If you look way down deep,
You can see their sorrow, gentle weep,
A cry for help,
To save their race,
They are decreasing at a rapid pace
Although they seem so strong and so scary,
With claws,you are best to be wary,
They are more scared of us with killing machines so big and fine,
They are on a rapid decline,
When you look at a chetah's face,
You see their entire race,
Reflected in their eyes,how could you not despise,
Those who kill and skin,
Isn't there something deep within,
Even though they cannot tell us,
They are trying to let us know,
That time is not moving slow,
If you want the cheetah to last,
Look into their eyes cold as glass,
They tell the story past, present and future,
They will tell you what to do,
When the time comes you will do,
What seems right for you,
But spare a thought for the animals who,
Are locked in a cage,
Dosen't matter your age,
Spare a thought,
Or you'll be distraught,
When they are added to the evergrowing list,
Icy black, still back,
Perky ears, worries and fears,
Long claws, dangerous jaws,
Sold at the mart, big heart.
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Glass Eyes
PoetryI went to a "cheetah experience" at the zoo recently and this is a poem about cheetahs and what is happening to them and their race. This poem poses many questions about cheetahs and what you are willing to do to save them. Hope you like it!
