A poem for cats

In the realm of graceful beings,

Where elegance is found in leaps and springs,

There dwells a mystique, untamed and wise,

Within the feline's captivating eyes.

Silent prowlers, masters of poise,

With independence that defies the noise,

They roam with grace, a regal sight,

Through shadows of the tranquil night.

Their fur, a canvas of hues and shades,

Hides secrets within its intricate braids,

As they navigate the world with poise,

Leaving trails of curiosity and poise.

From lounging lazily in sun's warm glow,

To pouncing playfully on a fallen leaf's show,

They embody mystery and quiet allure,

With a touch of mischief that's ever pure.

Whiskers twitch with unerring precision,

As they navigate life's intricate vision,

Teaching us patience, presence, and poise,

In their silent elegance that never toys.

So let us celebrate these enigmatic souls,

Whose presence brings us laughter and goals,

For in their independent and captivating ways,

They enrich our lives with love that forever stays.