The Feral Feline
A feral feline stalks the night
displaying wild and wicked ways
while searching prey for her delight,
and chasing all the lonely strays,
and all the toms out to betray.
She hunts them down when night is dark;
her instincts tell her who is weak.
She culls them out and picks her mark,
and charms him with her wild mystique
then pounces on her prey so meek.
And woe to those who try to tame
this feral feline on the hunt,
and rid her of this moral shame
‘cause wild she is, and I’ll be blunt,
it’s what she does so don’t confront.
She’s always been this sort of girl
enjoying her wild life despite
her having beauty of a pearl;
so taming her would not be right,
this feral feline of the night.
August 6, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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