What do you see cheetah, there in the grasses? Do you think on what the night will bring? Or do you simply bid your final farewell to mother sun as she yawns and dips below the horizon?

Can I come and sit beside you cheetah? I can hear the crickets chirping, serenading the moon, hoping perhaps sister will come out to play. I can smell acascia blooms far in the distant, faint but pure. The wind is cool but the earth still warm. How I want to sit beside you cheetah.

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An old piece I started but never finished, I ripped off the bg today and put on a new one. I wanted something warm and welcoming. Its not much and my style for drawing toony felines has changed since, but I hated the time I did put into it to go wasted. So here is the final.