“Sprint”

My four paws hit the ground,

my claws gripping the dirt, digging in and gaining traction.

I go fast, hit the accelerator and go faster still, gaining frightening momentum with each passing second.

Every tendon, every muscle, every bone in my body is fluid movement,

a masterpiece of agility and form designed for lightning quick motion.

I can take you down in seconds

and I can out run any predator that dares to try and bring itself after me.

I am speed in physical form,

a snapshot of magnificence

a flash across the horizon.

And you better believe it:

I can run like the wind.