She walks in beauty as the night
Lonely ambers reflecting light
Prowess walks in stealthy socks
This dreadnaught prowls on slender hocks
A darkened form leaps to the fight
Her unsheathed knives slashing outright
Her prey, unwary of the fray
Falls silent, lifeless in the way
The huntress mouths her bloody meal
Retreats on darkness well-shod heel
Home now, she knows she must bow
And begs her master with “meow”!
