Cat-Astrophic

Out on the prowl with a vicious growl There's no purr-fect 'bout me, I'm a striking, strutting tom-cat, Flying fur, a specialty. Don't come near, my pretty dear, I'm a rogue so independent, With sharpened claws I explore So viciously resplendent. I roam the alley and dilly-dally Finding food foolishly dispatched, I fill my belly with gluttony From garbage bins not latched. Once before when a labrador Came near one starless night, My growl much bigger than he mustered He quickly slunk from sight. So if one day you accidentally stray To the ally where I roam, My prowling stealth could affect your health As you make your dash for home.