Beneath the silver moon they prowl,
With eyes that glow, they softly howl.
In shadows deep, they find their way,
Through night’s embrace, they choose to stray.

Their whiskers twitch, their tails sway,
In gardens where the flowers lay.
With grace and poise, they leap and bound,
Leaving whispers without a sound.

On rooftops high, they pause and gaze,
At twinkling stars through misty haze.
Their secret dreams, they keep so tight,
In the velvet cloak of night.

Oh, mystical, enchanting cats,
With silent steps and gentle pats.
You weave a spell, a twilight dance,
In the moon’s soft, silvery trance.