In moonlit shadows they silently prance,
With eyes aglow, a hypnotic trance.
Whiskers twitch in the midnight air,
Graceful felines, beyond compare.

Their paws tread softly on the ground,
A symphony of silence, no single sound.
Fur glistens like stars in the night,
These creatures of stealth, a pure delight.

In alleyways and ancient streets,
Their kingdom sprawls, their domain complete.
With a flick of tail and a gentle purr,
They rule the night, no need to defer.

When dawn breaks and shadows fade,
They disappear, like a fleeting shade.
But in our hearts, they leave a trace,
Of their nocturnal, elegant grace.