Cloaked in darkness, eyes like embers gleam,
Cattiva prowls, a fearsome feline dream.
With fangs like daggers, fur the night’s own hue,
A predator’s instinct, whispers secrets true.
She stalks the plains, a silent, swift ballet,
Where shadows dance, and moonlight finds no say.
Her purrs are threats, her claws a chilling song,
Of battles fought, where right and wrong are gone.
But in the depths, beneath the feral guise,
A glimmer flickers, where compassion lies.
She guards the weak, defends the ostracized,
A twisted kindness, in shadows disguised.
The whispers hiss, of ancient beasts long past,
Of hunger’s grip, a darkness meant to last.
Yet Cattiva dreams, of moonlit, peaceful skies,
Where shadows fade, and trust, not fear, arises.
Oh, Cattiva, of darkness and of light,
May dawn’s first warmth dispel the endless night.
Embrace the good, where shadows yield to sun,
And let your true self, the journey have begun.
For in the darkness, where your spirit roams,
A chance remains, to find a gentle home.
The feral claws and snarls can fade away,
And Cattiva’s light, will find its destined day.