The Cougar

The Cougar Her claws are out she spies her prey Another one will she have today She pounces with a leap so light He does not have the time for flight Her claws embed deep within Her prey so young and fine and slim To her the need of prey is great They don’t know yet of their new fate Her prey he seems to like the dance To watch the cougar jump and prance Until she spies a finer catch Her claws she then will detach To find another young fit prey To feed her habit day by day As age creeps on she does the dance Not so many young ones seem to chance She offers them all they desire While deeply wanting her own warm fire With slippers a book and fine romance The cougar want to give up her dance Aged alone and not feeling grand She thinks she needs to offer her hand But young fit men have seen times sand To protect herself she grows claws and fangs Around her body her bling does hang She digs in deep and tries to hold But the young ones now are far to bold They take what she has to offer them Then they go back to their young girls again ©~GG~ 14/10/2102