In twilight’s gentle embrace,
Where shadows softly play,
The cats of night begin their dance,
Beneath the silver ray.

With stealthy steps and silent purrs,
They glide through gardens lush,
Their eyes like stars that brightly shine,
In the evening’s quiet hush.

Their fur aglow with moonlit sheen,
They leap from fence to tree,
Bound by an ancient, mystic rhythm,
In perfect harmony.

Oh, to be a part of this,
The felines’ moonlit ball,
To feel the night breeze on my face,
And heed the wild call.