Under the silver moon, they wander free,
With eyes that glimmer like stars in the sea.
Whiskers twitching, tails held high,
Feline grace beneath the velvet sky.

Paws silent on the soft, cool ground,
In the night, no sweeter sound.
Silhouettes glide through the dark,
Leaving trails, a mystic mark.

In the stillness, they come alive,
Through shadows, their spirits thrive.
Each leap, a silent symphony,
In the darkness, wild and free.

As dawn approaches, they retreat,
Their nightly dance, now complete.
Into dreams, they softly fall,
Until the moon again does call.