In the moon’s tender glow, they softly tread,
Whiskers catching dreams, where silence spreads.
Night’s gentle guardians, with eyes aglow,
Through shadowed lanes, their secrets flow.

Paws like whispers upon the earth they drift,
Grace in every step, a timeless gift.
Their tails weave tales of ancient lore,
In the stillness, their mysteries soar.

Stars watch over their nightly parade,
As they slip through realms the night has made.
A symphony of purrs in the twilight air,
Cats in their kingdom, free from care.

In dreams they roam, with hearts unbound,
In every corner, their presence found.
The night unfolds its velvet hues,
As cats dance on, in endless muse.