Black Cat

There's a cat prowling through the streets at night And she's black and her eyes are burning, yellow, fierce and bright The lights are darkened, senses sharpened, wide awake As she acts out her past of Jungle days When the night was her friend in many other different ways It gave protection of detection by her prey With a sway and swing she walks away And the look in her eye it never seems to say The way she's feeling, no revealing, black cat ways