John Barlas - The Cat-Lady lyrics

Her hair is yellow as sulphur, and her gaze As brimstone burning blue and odorous: I know not how her eyes came to be thus But I do think her soul must be ablaze: Their pupils wane or wax to blame or praise; As a cat watches mice, she watches us; And I am sure her claws are murderous, So feline are her velvet coaxing ways. She purrs like a young leopard soothed and pleased At flattery; so too turns and snarls when teased, And pats her love like a beast of prey. I fancy too that over wine and food Her saffron hair turns tawny and grand her mood-- She broods like a young lioness of play.