Feline the Cat

Was it the grace of God or deviance of the devil;
but I don't know who sent this girl in my life.
That assault of an angel, damsel of a demon,

And for some reason, they called her
Feline the Cat.
Maybe cause of the rhythm in her sway
that made her stand out from the pack

which kept me feigning
for her feline feminiousity,
pent up animosity, wondering why I approach pre-cautiously
with my intentions i've witnessed the adventurous,
and the consequences they can be relentless,
brothers returning back limbless.

Maybe that was why they called her
Feline the Cat.
Maybe it was the rhythm in her sway
that kept her from the pack.

but the fact is they all the same,
I've seen how they get ya,
First lure you in, with the hint of intent your in,
doors close, chains fall, and locks hit ya.
but with that being said I still made my way,
but the game was flipped because I was the prey,
she saw me coming from a mile away.

And when I came to, I realized why the called her
Feline the Cat.
And it wasn't the rhythm in her sway
that made her stand out in the pack,

but the sweetness of her purr
and the viciousness of her scratch.