She’s as sly as a fox
But graceful as a swan
Her black fur twisting and turning into the night
She lunges like a blood thirsty tiger
She protects like a guard waiting for criminals
She strikes with her fangs
Then she slowly slides back into the shadows

She’s as lucky as a clover
But curious as a rabbit
Her black fur crumbling with the dirt
She leaps like a kangaroo
She guards like a protecting mother
She digs with her paws
Then she is whisked away into her burrow