Cats Eye

His movements swift
like the wind that blew
His thoughts deciving
his eyes untrue

His words sour
his claws so sharp
that he could slowly move his hand
and cut a harp

His fur so soft
his paws seem weak
but you may never know
what walks on two feet

As he ran throught the park
on the cool autum day
The child stood alone
and human-kind went away

This boy so clever
so sly and sleek
That you may now see him
as a cat underneath