Whiskered Whispers
In the twilight's soft embrace, where shadows play,
Whiskered creatures emerge, in the quiet ballet.
Silent prowlers with eyes aglow,
In the moonlit garden, where secrets grow.
Feline mysteries, a nocturnal art,
Whiskered whispers, a language from the heart.
Velvet paws, a delicate touch,
In the tapestry of night, where dreams clutch.
A symphony of purrs, a soothing song,
As whiskered poets weave tales along.
Eyes, like lanterns in the velvet night,
Guide the way with soft, celestial light.
Graceful hunters, yet gentle as a sigh,
In the cat's realm, where moonbeams lie.
Curled in moon shadows, tails entwined,
A cosmic dance in the feline mind.
Whiskered whispers in the quiet hours,
Tales of moonlit meadows and hidden bowers.
In the language of cats, secrets unfold,
Whiskered creatures, wise and bold.
Oh, whiskered poets of the night,
In your gaze, the stars ignite.
A celestial waltz, a feline trance,
In the whispers of whiskers, life's romance.
~ M.W
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