The Gentle Whiskers: A Tale of Grace and Paws in Moonlit Shadows

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Beneath the silver moon’s embrace,
A feline drifts with silent grace.
Whiskers twitch in the gentle night,
Eyes aglow with tender light.

Velvet paws on ancient stones,
A melody of whispered tones.
Through gardens wild and dreams untold,
Secrets of the night unfold.

In the stillness, worlds collide,
Where shadows and the night reside.
A gentle purr, a soft caress,
In twilight’s dance, we find our rest.

The morning sun will soon arise,
Yet mystery lingers in their eyes.
A story written in the stars,
Of cats, the moon, and silent bars.

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