In the quiet of the night, they wander free,
Mystic eyes gleaming with secrets untold,
Whiskers twitching in silent symphony,
Their soft paws dance on the cobblestones cold.
Beneath the silver glow of the crescent moon,
They weave through shadows like a gentle breeze,
With tails held high, they hum a silent tune,
Their presence a soothing, timeless release.
In gardens lush, or rooftops high they dwell,
Guardians of dreams, in the stillness they stay,
Listening to the stories the stars tell,
Guiding lost souls who have gone astray.
Oh, gentle creatures of the nightâs embrace,
In your quietude, a world unfolds bright,
With every step, you leave a trace,
Of whispered wonders, in the heart of night.