In moonlit nights, the whiskered wanderers roam,
Silken shadows dancing, far from home.
Their eyes, like stars, in the midnight glow,
Secrets of ancient realms, they seem to know.

With gentle purrs, they weave their spell,
In a world where silent whispers dwell.
From rooftops high, to gardens low,
Graceful leaps in a fluid flow.

Their fur, a tapestry of nature’s art,
Each pattern tells a story from the start.
In silent steps, they claim the night,
Guardians of dreams, till morning light.

Oh, feline friends, with mystic ways,
In your presence, time gently sways.
Eternal wanderers, in shadows’ embrace,
Teach us the beauty of silent grace.