Moonlight ballad

In shadows soft, where moonlight weaves, A creature prowls, on silent feet it cleaves. With eyes aglow, like orbs of jade, A feline grace, in night's cascade. Through alleyways and garden gates, It roams alone, the hour late. In every step, a whisper's grace, A dancer in the moon's embrace. Its fur a cloak of midnight's hue, With secrets held, both old and new. A hunter born of ancient lore, Yet in its gaze, a gentle core. It stalks the night with quiet pride, In shadows where its secrets hide. A mystery in graceful guise, Beneath the stars, it softly lies. Oh, creature of the velvet night, With eyes that gleam with mystic light, In whispered purrs and tender paw, You steal our hearts with silent awe. So let us cherish, soft and true, The beauty of the cat we view. For in its grace, we find our own, A creature of the night, alone. So let us cherish, soft and true, The beauty of the cat we view. For in its grace, we find our own, A creature of the night, alone.