She's on the prowl
Crushed by her paws is dewy grass cool
Pouncing and rolling and running
While I sit at school

The bright sun slowly sets
Stretching her long shadow late
Her glowing green eyes are all you can see
but she is perched on the wooden fence straight

Dashing past trees and bushes and houses
She runs as though she has committed a sin
The full, bright moon guiding her through
She's a smooth, dark blur-almost like gin 

Later on she'll saunter inside
Curled up on this night in June
She'll be sleeping-comfortable, relaxed
Really she's dreaming of prowling again soon