Okay, here is my second and last poem.

The Hunter

A swift blur of movement,

tawny fur stalking the herd,

a monstrous cat, a gigantic cat,

always ready to spring.

Then a flurry of snarling fangs,

a display of savage claws,

the terrified bawl of the bovine,

cut short by the pride of a cave lion.

Thank you so much for reading my poems, please let me know how they were.