Upon the moonlit roofs they tread, so light,
In shadows dark, their secrets kept from sight,
With whispers soft, they roam the silent night,
Enigmatic souls that bring us pure delight.
Their eyes, two orbs of ancient, mystic fire,
Reflecting worlds of wonder and desire,
A purr, a meow, a symphony entire,
That fills our hearts and lifts our spirits higher.
In playful leaps, they chase the unseen breeze,
Their grace a dance, their movements sure to please,
With gentle paws, they bring us to our knees,
Captivating us with ease and endless tease.
O gentle feline, creature of the night,
Your presence brings a joy, a pure delight,
In every purr and every sleepy sight,
You weave a magic that feels forever right.