A TALE OF TWO CHEETAH CUBS

A POEM BY ME.

A tale of two cheetah cubs

A sight that would melt even a heart of stone.
To find two Cheetah cubs waiting alone.
Hiding in the bushes, fearing for life.
Each passing moment brings a survival strife.
Hoping against all odds for their mother to come.
Unless she became a prey to a creature fearsome
Or may be hunted down by a man ,
Whose misdemeanor may have cut its lifespan,
Those innocent eyes are searching for their mother,
Who might have had a hard day another,
The cubs could now hear a faint growl,
As they think it might be their mother on a prowl.
Their mother has now returned from a hunt futile,
The cubs seem to give a faint smile.
Then, they suddenly come out of the bush,
To welcome their mother, who gives a slight push.
Licking her young ones with motherly love,
Even God seems to have blessed them from heaven above.
Though Mother Cheetah did not get a prey.
But she has managed to keep her enemies at bay.
From attacking her cubs on that day.
They are frolicking , being happy and gay.

I am dedicating this poem to a critically endangered species, Cheetahs. There are only 7100 approximately left of these gorgeous big cats in the wild as per wildlifeday.org. According to Wikipedia, the last three cheetahs in India were shot dead by Maharaja Ramanuj Pratap Singh Deo of Surguja, Madhya Pradesh.

Animals, birds, and trees have as much rights to live on this earth like us. We need to protect them from getting extinct. I hope we take a right step in this direction and stop the merciless killing of animals and also avoid deforestation.

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