Cat I prowl through the sickening, sad roads.

I’m the scare in scary.

Some call me the the midnight-muncher or the rat-choker.

And I know why.

My iris shines like emeralds through the roads they wander. Like torches beaming.

Warning everyone I’m here.

My fur cloak bristling in the wind I settle down, near a local school.`

Where I pad to my hearts content.

I’ll be the night-howler of the town tonight.

I insist.