Pitch black fur crawls and climbs by,
Her territory marked with detailed indentations,
sly and sneaky as her tail glides past you in one swift movement,
invisible by night,
but eclipses the sun by day,
eyes sparkle and glow as light illuminates the twist of green and brown,
Small and dangerous as she's warms her way into your heart and home,
Worshipped in the ancient land,
Graceful, peaceful when not threatened,
Yet ferocious when disturbed,
Kings and Queens worship her magnificent beauty,
Stars sparkle in her eyes,
And a blood filled tongue licks her lips,
A beauty or a beast?
