A Must To Lust

Black cat
she prowls
sounding like a high hat
she scowls .

Moving with stealth
she's groovy , the best
with a green eyed smile
and a low down chest
she turns on a dime
in feline zest
a nimble style
in agile unrest .

She shakes her tail
when low to the floor
ready to scale
all over the wall
never to fail
endeavour for more
shimmy the drain
scratching the door .

The perfect hunter
a killing machine
in leaping full frontal
with claws and teeth  ,
kicking up dust and
reaching full speed
she's a must to lust
and a dangerous breed .