Cat
In shadows deep where moonlight falls,
Silent paws tread ancient halls,
A creature born of mystic grace,
With emerald eyes and velvet face.
Oh, whispered whiskers soft as air,
Mysterious as evening's flair,
A prowler in the ebon night,
Yet bathed in silver's gentle light.
In forest depths or city's sprawl,
This enigma walks, a sovereign small,
With elegance in every stride,
A noble heart it tries to hide.
A hunter born, yet curled by fires,
A sovereign of our heart's desires,
It purrs a tune of tranquil glee,
An ode to feline mystery.
In daring leaps, in quiet dreams,
In sunlit nooks by window beams,
A universe within those eyes,
Where secrets dwell beneath the skies.
So sing, o muse, of creatures sly,
Of tufted ears and tail held high,
For in their world of charm and grace,
Resides a glimpse of wild embrace.
