Be I jealous of the fear the nonsense the Wulf puts in you But pity is off limits here You put me in decent fear I speed along the bowerpaths, Through chokecherry scrub that wants me too... It reaches out like Bedlam loons. Cat call Be I secretive to survive dog is lusting on my scent I spray hard upon the bee hive, flies gather there, lay eggs inside The Hunter breathes deep of my leavings, fly eggs fall in his pock-nose dents The hive livens and hunts him down as I've sent Be I willful with my manner, milk-full girls won't make me crave Be I small inside my stature unreasoned fear is what I'm after Shrunken gut decides confusion bowerpaths I won't be swayed... less fly tricked and on me their eggs do lay The air fall to the ground again This cat falls and is falteringly human Cat call I have heard the she-cats calling compete and bark for my strut I see Three Hunters now approaching I can't hide while she-cats sing That boy he wants to be companioned but girls has got me in their rut... Human feelings I can't shut. The air fall to the ground again This cat falls and is falteringly human.