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 ever seems
	To say
	The way she's feeling
	No revealing,
	Black Cat Ways