Insightful, steely eyes would track
From high up in the tree
Reading intentions
And getting your number
Without you noticing me
Affection would be on my terms
With my decree only
Lightening reactions
Would keep me safe
So fast that I could flee
If somehow you manage to swerve my defences
Back me against a wall
My razor teeth
And deathly claws
Would be my final call
This disappointing human form
Will fail me in a brawl
My clumsy limbs
And muted wits
Are just no good at all