In the domain where shadows dance,
A catlike slinks, a wild sentiment.
Quiet murmurs as the night progressed,
Hairs delicate, eyes glimmering splendid.
Underneath the moon's charming look,
The feline, a secret in a spiritualist fog.
Velvet paws on the lurking slink,
Hunting privileged insights, a tracker's frown.
Smooth jumps, an expressive dance untold,
Twilight fur, a silvered gold.
Ears livened high, a watchful sentinel,
In the twilight nursery, a cat is ethereal.
Eyes mirror the brilliant span,
Antiquated stories in each effortless development.
Murmurs of nighttime undertakings,
A feline's expressive dance on quiet steps.
Through the murkiness, a delicate murmur,
A song just the moon can present.
A lofty watchman of the evening,
In the shadows, a mysterious sprite.
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