Leave a mark,
Sting like a bee,
Give a vicious bark.
Red runs down my cheek,
It spills with blood.
My eyes are black and white only looking bleak,
My tears start to fall, and my face starts to flood.
I am not your friend, so call me sir,
Mess with me and you will get it.
My hair thick as fur,
Swing my claws and you will get hit.
Your judgement is uncanny, nose as long as my whiskers,
My claws are sharper than a needle, clearly unflawed.
Voice softer than a somber, just a little whisper.
Back up before I attack, and before you get clawed.