In the quiet of night, beneath a silver moon,
A shadow dances softly, a feline’s gentle tune.
Whiskers whisper secrets only stars can hear,
As paws tread lightly, where dreams are near.

Eyes like amber jewels, glowing in the dark,
Each step a silent sonnet, leaving not a mark.
The world a playground, vast and wide,
In the heart of night, where mysteries reside.

A leap, a bound, with grace untold,
Through gardens of silver, stories unfold.
The night is her canvas, painted with care,
An artist of shadows, dancing in the air.

As dawn approaches, with colors of gold,
She slips into dreams, her stories retold.
A creature of night, a whisper, a song,
In the world of the moonlight, where she belongs.