In moonlit nights they dance and play,
With paws so soft and graceful way,
Through shadows swift and silent grace,
A gentle gleam upon their face.
Their emerald eyes hold ancient tales,
Of kingdoms vast beyond the vales,
Each purr a song of mystic lore,
Of magic spells forevermore.
They stretch and yawn in afternoon,
Beneath the watchful sun and moon,
With curled-up tails and drowsy sighs,
Dreams dancing in their sleepy eyes.
Oh noble cat, so proud and free,
You are poetry in mystery,
With whiskers bright and spirit wild,
You fill our hearts like precious child.