Grey Cat

Grey cat on the prowl, had no dinner
His mood is fowl,
He honed his claws by the blood red moon
He's in need of action and he needs it soon,
So watch out rats and female cats
Dont get caught out in the light,
He's hunger bound no toms around
That can beat him in a fight.
There's one queen on whom he's keen
But just can't quite get near
That's because she lives with a dog
Who fills grey cat with fear.
He almost had her once before
When 'Brutus' rotweiler intervened
He grabed grey cat round the gut
And almost split his spleen.
But grey cat was smart, hatched a plan
And as quick as a postal dispatcher,
He teased the brute and made him chase
Into the arms of the local dog catcher.
Now that he has won the day
And put Brutus in the clink,
He's had his way with the queen
And now she's in the pink.