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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, silent flight,
Mysterious creatures of the tranquil night.
By day they bask in sun's warm, gentle rays,
Curled in repose, they dream and softly purr.
Their velvet paws and playful, sleepy gaze,
Hold secrets that they whisper with a stir.
In cozy nooks and on a windowsill,
They bring a touch of magic, calm, and thrill.
© sionx
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, silent flight,
Mysterious creatures of the tranquil night.
By day they bask in sun's warm, gentle rays,
Curled in repose, they dream and softly purr.
Their velvet paws and playful, sleepy gaze,
Hold secrets that they whisper with a stir.
In cozy nooks and on a windowsill,
They bring a touch of magic, calm, and thrill.
© sionx
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