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.