Cat Woman

Cat Woman

She prowls the night,

Stealthily searching for her next toy,

The next fun thing to play with,

To tease.

Leather bound tightly to her body,

All features defined to perfection.

Crouching on all fours.

Catching a glimpse of the moon,

Peeking through the trees,

"I see you" it whispers playfully.

She hisses in annoyance.

She hears a noise behind her,

With cheetah-like speed she whirls,

Spinning silently on the spot to investigate,

Only to find... Nothing.

Jolting her head from left to right,

Smelling the air.

Pressing her palms into the earth,

Feeling vibrations of footsteps...

She feels the rhythm of four feet,

Pounding lightly on the dirt.

This creature is trying to be silent.

"Creature?"

"Is it human?"

"Could it be like me?"

She smells the air again.

"Maybe it is human?"

"A man, perhaps?"

Mind racing, heart fluttering,

A delicate, yet fierce scenario plays out in her head.

Excitement sparks in her eyes,

In the velvet death of the night,

Cat Woman had found something...

Her toy,

This man,

Not creature,

Belonged to her now.

"Mine" she growled with a smile,

Pouncing.