Beneath the silver glow of moonlit skies,
A gentle whisper dances through the night,
Whiskers brush the fabric of the stars,
As feline grace transforms the dark to light.

In shadows deep, they weave their silent song,
With eyes of amber, secrets held so tight,
Their paws, a whisper on the midnight path,
In every step, a tale of silent might.

Enigma wrapped in fur, they glide with ease,
Through gardens lush where dreams begin to weave,
A symphony of stillness, soft and bright,
Their presence lingers long after they leave.

So let us cherish these elusive souls,
Whose gentle purrs can calm the fiercest storm,
In their embrace, a sanctuary found,
Their quiet love, a heart’s eternal norm.