In the quiet glow of silver night,
Whiskers twitch with gentle might,
Eyes like lanterns, softly gleam,
Cats weave tales in a midnight dream.
Paws that dance on silent floors,
Shadows play near open doors,
A symphony of purrs and sighs,
Beneath the vast and starlit skies.
Fur as soft as whispered breeze,
They wander through the ancient trees,
Guardians of the secrets deep,
In their gaze, the world they keep.
As dawn approaches, softly bright,
They curl in warmth, till next night,
Dreaming of the stars anew,
With hearts of gold and spirits true.