Black Cat

There's a cat prowling through the streets at night

And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow

Fierce and bright, the lights are darkened

Senses sharpened wide awake

As she acts out her past of jungle days

When the night was her friend in many other different ways

It gave protection of detection by her prey

With a sway and swing she walks away

And the look in her eye, it never seems to say

The way she's feeling, no revealing black cat ways