In the quiet of the night, they roam,
Silent shadows with eyes that gleam.
Whiskers twitch in the moonlit dome,
Guardians of our dreams, they seem.

Paws tread softly on the ground,
Fur as whispering as the breeze.
In their presence, peace is found,
A gentle calm that puts hearts at ease.

They speak in purrs and silent mews,
A language ancient, pure, and sweet.
With every gaze, they share their views,
A trust profound, in silence, they meet.

Oh, the stories they could tell,
Of secret worlds and hidden grace.
In their eyes, a mystic spell,
A universe within their embrace.