In twilight’s embrace, they silently prance,
Feline shadows in a moonlit dance.
Whiskers twitch in the gentle night breeze,
As they glide with effortless ease.

Eyes like stars, they pierce the dark,
With a gaze that leaves an indelible mark.
Fur soft as whispers, they weave through the night,
Silent guardians of the silver light.

Beneath the starlit canopy, they roam,
Every shadow, every corner, feels like home.
Grace in every movement, a silent song,
In the world of cats, you can’t go wrong.

When dawn breaks and the night does end,
They curl up, ready to transcend.
Dreams of moonlit dances fill their sleep,
Until night calls them again to leap.