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Feline Grace
In the moon's soft glow, they silently tread,
Whiskers twitching in the cool night air.
With eyes like stars, a gleam of gold and red,
They weave through shadows, dancing without care.
Each step is grace, a fluid,...
Whiskers twitching in the cool night air.
With eyes like stars, a gleam of gold and red,
They weave through shadows, dancing without care.
Each step is grace, a fluid,...
