In moonlit nights, they prowl so free,
With eyes aglow, a mystery.
Silent shadows, graceful stride,
Whiskers twitch, they do not hide.

Velvet paws on rooftops high,
A symphony beneath the sky.
In the night’s embrace, they roam,
Feline spirits, finding home.

Gentle purrs, a lullaby,
Comfort found in their soft sigh.
Curling close to warmth they seek,
Love in silence, no need to speak.

Guardians of the twilight’s grace,
Mysterious in their sacred space.
In feline dreams, we find delight,
Whiskers dancing in the night.