What is that scent, I know it from somewhere?

A shopping shark shimmers

In the city centre seize

Picking off the bargains

With a practised, fluid ease

Plastic card whispers

As designer bags fill

Parades her Prada handbag

Like a hunter with his kill

A Starbucks and a breather

On the corner of the square

Sips a skinny latte

And restyles a wayward hair

Then uncurls from her table

Like a languid, waking cat

Adjusts her perfect hemline

Shakes a sunbeam from her hat

So graceful on stilleto heels

She negotiates the square

The minnows part and shoal around

Parfum, lingers, on the air.