Pussy Poem by soren Barrett

A cat squalls in the night, from natures urge and plight she calls
She grooms her fur slick and bright, before right outside she crawls
Her course not given, by which force she's driven her brain does not know
Moon's force had striven, heart and mind riven, she put on a seductive show

A Tom nearby hears her cry, with her sleek form an invitation he can not reject
He releases a sexual storm before others her can swarm, his claws show little respect
Resisted desire lights his fire, a spark lit from which there is no escape
Too late for a young feline to draw the line, nature's romance is a rape