Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow,
Soft paws tread where shadows grow.
Whispering whiskers, a silent song,
In a world where they truly belong.

Eyes like orbs, with secrets untold,
Mysteries of nights, so quietly bold.
Their elegance a sight to behold,
As stories of the night unfold.

With every leap and silent stride,
They roam the night, far and wide.
Guardians of dreams, they glide,
In the moon’s embrace, they confide.

A dance of grace, a ballet serene,
In the quiet night, they’re seen.
Feline spirits, so keen and lean,
In the moonlight’s gentle sheen.