In the moonlit night, a shadow glides,
With silent paws it softly strides.
Emerald eyes that pierce the dark,
A whisper of mystery, a gentle spark.

Upon the rooftops it dances free,
A nimble ghost, wild and carefree.
In the hush of night, it finds its song,
A melody of purrs where it belongs.

Whiskers tremble in the autumn breeze,
A symphony of whispers among the trees.
Fur like velvet, warm and plush,
In its presence, time seems to hush.

A guardian of secrets, a keeper of dreams,
In its world, nothing is as it seems.
In the quiet corners, it finds its muse,
A creature of wonder, forever to choose.