At dusk, Africa, prairies extend on all sides to the misty horizon. All is steeped in a tranquil and harmonious atmosphere until a sudden uproar exploding.
It is a cheetah, distinguished by its“tear-stained” black marks that run from the corners of its eyes down the side of its nose to the mouth, chasing after a little springbok at a speed of 70 mph to which it was able to raise from 0 just 10 seconds ago when it was still 200 yards away, with its eyes clinging tightly to its prayer, ears standing thoroughly and head inclining forward. A critically breathtaking moment.
The entire body outstretches and every piece of bone as well as muscle groups tense to the utmost. Heavy and hard, its forelimbs wave and tilt towards the antelope. In the same breath, its claws, armed fully with sharp pointed curved toes, scrapes out, as well as its hind limbs stiffen backward, almost off the ground, with its long stout black-goldenrod tail highly raised to keep steady.
In a nano second, the cheetah pounces on the springbok and pierces deeply into its warm neck artery. After a useless writhing around, the fawn gradually gets inactive.
The sun sinks down.
