In moonlit nights they softly tread,
On velvet paws with whispers spread.
Their eyes, like stars, in shadows gleam,
They dance within a twilight dream.

Beneath the silver glow they roam,
These silent hunters far from home.
A purr, a leap, a graceful dive,
In the night, they come alive.

Whiskers twitch, and tails they sway,
In the night, they find their play.
A symphony of quiet grace,
In the dark, they find their space.

At dawn they slip into the light,
With morning’s rays they take their flight.
Cats, the keepers of the night,
Fade away with morning’s sight.