The Catwoman Within

Autumn Hayes
The catwoman within yowls out
from the shadows of night, calling
with temptations of arched claws,
bristling, shaken backs, almond
eyes—nine lives,
the mane of a lioness.
Who could resist?
Who among us has not longed to scratch
her mark on the world’s iridescent-blue
underbelly, easily trot the fence
between feline and female,
laughing, purring, laughing laughing
at the timid,
the titmouse,
the domesticated?

Falon Boehm


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