In the quiet of the night they wander,
Silent paws on moonlit paths,
Whiskers twitching with ancient wonder,
Guardians of the night’s soft breath.
Amber eyes like lanterns glowing,
Secrets of the stars they hold,
In their gaze, the world is knowing,
Tales of mystery quietly told.
Through gardens where the shadows play,
They weave their silent, graceful dance,
In the stillness, they softly stay,
Masters of the midnight trance.
A gentle purr, a whispered song,
In their presence, time stands still,
For in their world, we all belong,
Bound by dreams they subtly spill.