Stalking your prey in the black of night,
The right mixture of claws
And catnip, sugar and spice.
You're almost an alleycat,
Catching your lovers as if they were mice,
Teasing and tempting,
Playing with food before taking a bite.
You're almost an alleycat,
Hissing at strangers and picking a fight.
You're almost an alleycat,
But not quite.