Mack the Notorious Killer Cat
Mack had the cat-titude of one who was notoriously aloof
Luckily most cats did not see his hidden diabolical uncaring self.
His kill room was full of felines who had thought he was clever
He was, of course, just not in the ways they had hoped
He was hunting tonight; looking for an unsure female
He liked them young, inexperienced, and trusting
He focused on a potential tabby with pretty green eyes
Had to hide his anger when she wandered off with another Tom.
A wise looking older cat smirked; he could tell she wanted him.
She was savvy, seasoned, probably a grand-mom of many litters.
He gave her his Mack grin, and she got sassy.
She might somehow best him. She looked tough.
He liked them young, scared and terrified, so he kept hunting.
His kill room was waiting, and he wanted to bring the right victim home.
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