Cheetah

Pounding heart at a million per second,
Her fantastic speed is a force to be reckoned,

Dust scatters wildly as her claws scrape through,
Lunging forward as if she has nothing to lose,

Speeding up, the pace quickens, barely touching the ground,
Almost as if she is flying, like her strength is suddenly newfound,

Across the plains in a heartbeat, her paws thunder like ice,
Bounding through the grassland, but the stamina will suffice,

A wonder in the realm of creatures, speed is all she has,
A non-winged beast, but built to fly, as claws and teeth whoosh past,

160 is her limit, but when she runs it feels like more,
A million miles an hour, who said a cat couldn't soar?

If you thought the lion ruled the plains, you might want to think again,
For when a cheetah runs, and the world goes by, the world is hers, there and then.