My spots become a blur.
The sand around me starts to fly. My fur whooshes in the wind. The sand is a field of bones. My tail swings side to side like a crazy whip as my ears start to twitch.
My eyes shine brighter than the sun.Image Credit: flickrfavorites
this is a great piece of writing, have you being focusing on this in class?
ReplyDeletethis is amazing!
ReplyDeleteIt describes a running cheetah with lots of detail.
Well done Adriel! :)
Dear Adriel,
ReplyDeleteIf you could ever race a cheetah, would you? I could never! Anyways, I love this poem! I can feel how that cheetah feels, agitated, frustrated, maybe even hungry? Have you ever wondered how it would feel like to be a cheetah? To hunt or be hunted? Sincerely, Bling Dog. :)