Upon the windowsill they rest, serene,
In shadows cast by moon’s soft gleam,
Their eyes like lanterns, bright and keen,
In dreams they wander, chase, and scheme.

A symphony of purrs in quiet night,
Soft whispers in the velvet dark,
With nimble paws and silent flight,
They leave their gentle, playful mark.

In sunlit patches, they recline,
As warmth wraps round their slumbered form,
Their world a dance of grace, divine,
Where hearts are held in cozy warmth.

Oh, feline friends of mystic lore,
In every leap and bound they soar,
Their tales of wonder evermore,
Enchant our days with love’s encore.