In the quiet glow of silver night,
Shadows dance with feline grace,
Whiskers twitch in gentle delight,
As moonbeams kiss each tender face.

Soft paws tread on ancient paths,
Through gardens wild and streets untamed,
Silent whispers, secret crafts,
In their eyes, the night is claimed.

Stars above, a cosmic guide,
To ventures vast and mysteries deep,
In their gaze, worlds collide,
As dreams awaken from their sleep.

With a leap, they chase the skies,
Underneath the watchful night,
Cats, the guardians of the wise,
In shadows woven with delight.