With feline grace
and feral eyes
a ponytail

of raven hair
bouncing, bouncing
waitress tall  

wisp of skirt
spaceship heels
weaves among

tiny tables
tray held high
in a disco sky

ice cubes tinkling
a lioness amused
by eyes of prey

never brushes
a single shoulder
as men drink up,

reach for money.
Perhaps she will.
Let's have another.

-- Donal Mahoney