In twilight’s calm, they softly tread,
With emerald eyes that gleam and gleam,
Through moonlit paths, where shadows spread,
They weave the fabric of our dreams.

On silent paws, they drift and roam,
Their purrs a soothing lullaby,
Whiskers dance in twilight’s dome,
Beneath the starry, endless sky.

Their fur, a canvas of the night,
Painted with the moon’s soft glow,
They bring a touch of pure delight,
To hearts that wander, hearts that know.

In every corner, they reveal,
The mysteries of the ancient lore,
With every pounce and playful squeal,
They leave us yearning, wanting more.