On a quiet and scorching afternoon, everything seems lazy and slow. The sun shine is so strong that the world is just like a underwater one when seeing through the heat wave from the horizon. A cheetah laying behind his covers, waiting patiently for his prey to come.
Cheetahs are the fastest animals on land - it takes only 3 seconds for them to catch up with a car going on a highway. Yet they have to strike precisely and quickly since that extraordinary speed drains their energy pretty quickly, so the window of opportunity for catching a prey is limited by their own physique.
The cheetah lurks in a shadow, perfectly camouflaged by his brownish fur that resemble the tall sun-scorched grass of the African Savannah. He has such patience that his nostrils barely opened up when he heard a stray deer’s footsteps. He knows the fawn is not close enough yet and he also knows he can’t do long-haul chase. Cheetah’s ears flinched a bit, so minute a move that it could be taken as the wind caressing the grass. Slowly yet resolutely, without a sound, he came to his paws. The time has come for him to make a move.
The minute, actually the nano second that he bolts out of the grass, the fawn speeds up, as if it could sense the menace from a good mile away. Cheetah charges and gets closer to the fawn that now runs for his life. A fawn is no slow animal, yet the predator has the advantage of sneaking up on it aside from his already unrivaled power-sprint. The funny thing about a herbivorous prey is once the predator pounces on their head, they stop fighting or even twisting, simply waiting for that eventual bite into the neck artery.
