In the quiet corners of the night,
Whiskers dance in moonlit beams,
Silent paws tread soft and light,
Guardians of our midnight dreams.

Their eyes, jewels in the shadow’s embrace,
Gleam with secrets of the cosmic flight,
A purr, a whisper, a gentle trace,
Their presence turns the dark to bright.

Sunlit mornings bring playful grace,
Leaping with joy in the warming rays,
Tails curl in a contented place,
In their world, time gently sways.

Through the hours, they silently weave,
In our hearts, their magic stays,
Mystical beings, we believe,
In their paws, time softly plays.