A Bat, and a Cat
Imagine that
Imagine that
First exposure
Fickering static passed dusty cobwebs
Big wooden box encased small screen
Crocheted doilies mark curios rest
Isolated Indiana’s forgotten farmhouse,
Midwest values—American dream
Such it was
Black and White victory promised Combat!
with Vic Morrow
Pushed trail rowdy with Rawhide’s
Mr. Yates
Branded won’t be on ‘till
late,
‘till late
‘til then
Sandwiched between
‘In Color’ promised title
‘Color’ hopes for eyes
transfixed
The man, the bat
And his boy-wonder
Fighting crime in exponent
Each “BOW”, “KABAM”
Ensured vile plans torn asunder
Well almost all
‘Til she entered the scene
A sauntered grace
This ‘cat’ would make sure
All was in place
Mezmerized
What her silken “Purrfect” coos
Would do
Tension transparent
And the boy-wonder
Would wonder
What the bat might do
Years pass
Years reveal
Boy wonder gone
Batman now one
Kevlar abs
Muscles tight
Mysteries hidden
It’s Gotham’s own
Dark Knight
Catwoman
Held own story
Silently secreted somewhere
Slid translucent skin tight leather
Purr-fectly purr-fect
Simmer smolders
The trace of lips
A lingering touch
Desire builds
In destined approach
Between the two sides
Of what had always been
The same coin
Always the same coin
Catburgular became thief of hearts
But whose heart was stolen
Dark Paladin
Destined to save
But salvation’s
Was in the molten
Eruption of fire
Between the two sides
Of what had always been
The same coin
Always
A bat, and a cat
Imagine that
