In twilight’s tender embrace, they roam,
Silent shadows in a world their own,
Whiskers twitch, as stars gently gleam,
Cats dance in the realm of a dream.
Paws that tread on whispering leaves,
Soft as a sigh, the night receives,
Eyes like lanterns, emerald and gold,
Tales of mystery in silence told.
On rooftops high, they sit and gaze,
Guardians of the night’s silent phase,
A flick of the tail, a purr so deep,
Secrets of the night, they keep.
In moon’s silvery glow, they prance,
In shadows they find their trance,
Feline grace, a sight to behold,
Stories of the night, forever told.