Black Cat - Gentle Giant

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 ever seems

To say

The way she’s feeling

No revealing

Black Cat Ways