Evils Unequaled

Prongs point and prick-

bruising,

hurting

Paws pounce and paw-

Scratching,

Scraping 

But your gentle touch's

Soft and soothing,

Yet so provocative

Your malevolent smile's

Dangerous and beautiful

Your spellbinding looks jam my radars,

Sending chills across my spine

What a converse of evils!

Brown 'butterflies'

Out and about they abound,

Flashing their bold selves

In the glimmer of streetlights,

Mightier is the chagrin of earthlings

At their clandestine bearings—

Of all the plagues,

Pharaoh could stand any but ‘them’

Hail thee, the evilest plague

The scourge to our menfolk