In realms of whiskers soft and bright,
Where moonbeam fur meets tranquil night,
A creature roams with joy untold,
A tale of happiness, in feline mold.
Amidst the shadows, a playful dance,
Paws that prance, a fleeting trance.
Golden orbs gleam with pure delight,
Reflecting stars in the velvet night.
A purr, a melody of content,
In the heart of joy, a moment spent.
Whiskers twitch with sweet release,
In the embrace of boundless peace.
Beneath the moon's soft silver gaze,
The cat finds joy in moonlit plays.
Chasing shadows, a ballet rare,
Leaping gracefully through the air.
So, let the whiskers weave their tales,
Of moonlit nights and joyous trails.
In the heart of a cat's soft sigh,
Lies the secret of happiness, so high.
A lovely poem, written for my cat, Husky. I adore him. (yes, the picture is my cat)
-Floatyyx
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