The catwoman within yowls out
from the shadows of night, calling
with temptations of arched claws,
bristling, shaken backs, almond
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,