In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Whiskers dance with the moon’s tender light,
A soft silhouette in the night’s quiet space,
The cat, a shadow weaving dreams of the night.
Emerald eyes that hold secrets untold,
A purr that echoes like ancient lullabies,
With paws that tread on stories of old,
The feline soul, wise and infinitely wise.
Upon rooftops, they leap with silent grace,
Chasing stars with a heart wild and free,
In their world, time leaves not a trace,
They are the keepers of night’s mystery.
In the dawn, they rest, a gentle sigh,
Wrapped in dreams of moonlit escapades,
Cats, the silent poets of the sky,
Whispering tales that never fade.