Stalking, insidious.
Walking, meticulous. Crouch.
Cheetah getting hungry, and ready.
Gazelles look delicious.

The last one started to go
It was too late, slow, dull.
Quite surprising, that
those older gazelles sure can run.

What a match, met and set
No way to ever know what would happen but
it started snarling
running

mouth agape,
tearing at the screaming,
salival and dreaming,
sweat and the bleeding.

It was only a young one but my how it ate.
Such a sight can only exist outside of time
out of mind, muddled memory
but the picture is crisp and clear:

Murder happened here.

I got it on film.