The Stray...

It was on the prowl,
Having mauled the skies;
He'd heard it growl,
The evil unseen by eyes.

He looked to her gate,
Awaiting her kind caress;
Why was she so late,
The doting enchantress?

He felt it drawing near,
Its rabid slaver dripping;
She still didn't appear,
His hopes were slipping.

Wary of tooth and claw,
He endured a long night;
Till a caught weary caw,
Welcomed the first light.

He, shaken to the bone,
Was left to live another day,
Knowing he isn't her own,
Reminded he's just a stray.