MayMetMo 2020 #28: Leather for Lewd

She was out on the prowl, from her leather whip to her sewn in cowl.  The skintight leather suit, claws at every end, a rending scowl that would not know enemy from friend.  The Redlight turned on, meant she was out, the things the night dreaded, and filled criminals with doubt.  Black high heels, strutting down the block, searching for victims, and those dumb as rocks.  Cat-calling, the irony wasn’t lost, just a bag of burglars a little lost in thought.   Taking the best for herself, kitten helped herself to a saucer of milk.   Police sirens coming, best to be on her way, It’s an easy run and tumbles and the Cat is out to play.  Racing against the moonlight, the shadows on her back. The only thing this kitty fears is a visit from the Bat.