Feline Reverie

In shadows cast by the crescent moon,

A feline prowls, a creature of grace,

Eyes gleaming like polished silver spoons,

In this enchanted, moon-kissed place.

Whiskers twitching, ears alert,

The cat traverses the velvet night,

Her graceful movements like lyrical art,

A mesmerizing, silent flight.

She dances through the starlit sky,

Her footsteps leaving pawprints in the sand,

An ancient mystique in her golden eye,

A creature so elegant and grand.

Oh, how the world slows to a hush,

When the feline steps into view,

Her presence a whisper, a secret lush,

A beauty both wild and true.

Majestic in her regal stride,

She is the guardian of the night,

A creature born of moon and tide,

In her, darkness finds its light.

So bow before this noble beast,

In reverence for her sacred song,

For in her eyes, a world released,

A world where dreams and reality belong.

In shadows cast by the crescent moon,

The feline reigns, forever free,

A goddess of the night, a creature of rune,

In her feline reverie.