Circle of life thing

The Cheetah slowly advanced on it’s prey.
First it had found to be substantial today.
It reached a point and into action it sprang.
A blur of spots, of claw and fang.
The small dear realized it was prey this morning.
Jumped a distance and quickly fled without warning.
The cheetah reached full speed to match.
It swerved one way it was working hard to catch.
Swerved another it following like a lock in a latch.
It reached it’s prey in one last bound and tripped it up off the ground.
Then a final bite to the neck it found.