Fox Trot After Dark

In debonair, burnt-orange, fur cloak You trot your preened tail in front of the men folk Nose pointed skyward prowling for a free dinner after dark Your prickly ears snare every sensual bark Squinty eyes reflect the sleekest of movements With soft, silky prance; you parade your flossy accoutrements Until spotting a virile, unsuspecting suitor Your animalistic hunger will your wary maven tame and tutor Forthwith, wrapping your seductive paws around every seamless border Your fawning tongue feasts on every truant part in short order Then dragging the drained prey back to your temporal den Smacking your satiated lips you howl and grin