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.
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