Beneath the silver glow of night,
With eyes that gleam, a feline’s flight.
Silent paws on cobblestone,
In shadows, they roam, not alone.

Whiskers twitch with a sense so keen,
Through alleys dark, they’re rarely seen.
Guardians of night, soft and sleek,
Secrets of the dark they seek.

Their velvet coats of midnight hue,
Like whispers in the evening dew.
A symphony of purrs and sighs,
Serenading the starlit skies.

In dreams, they dance on beams of light,
These creatures of the mystic night.
The whiskered wanderers, free and wild,
Nature’s enigmatic, graceful child.