Veld Fever

This is some retribution against poachers and whomever, who have the heartlessness to kill this beautiful creature for whatever reason.

Primordial incandescence, embraces the selected litter.
Black tears awaken, with a faint flitter.
The Killer King glides, over the thirsty glade.
A wake of tracks, as sharp as a bloody blade.

An appetizing breeze, spurs his swift stride,
With glistening spots, disguised to eyes open wide.
A drop of anticipation, spatters on silent steel;
Within the upside-down shadow, to seal the deal.

The savanna sky bursts, with feathered life;
From the deadly crack, quelling the quarry’s strife.
Lifeless beauty, adorns the screaming mahogany,
As chanting flames devour, with painful irony.

NOTE: “Veld” is the Afrikaans word for open field, in Southern Africa; indigenous to the endangered Cheetah