The Moonlit Prowl

With eyes like gems, and fur like night, 
A shadow cat, in silver light. 
He pads so soft, on velvet paws, 
Ignoring all the normal laws.

He leaps and climbs, a silent grace, 
To chase the stars across the space. 
His whiskers twitch, he hears a sound, 
A fairy's giggle, echoing all around.

He sees a mouse with tiny wings,
And hears the willow softly sings.
He's not a pet, he's wild and free,
A magical cat, for us all to see.

He guards the dreams of sleeping folk,
And leaves behind, a misty cloak.
He'll vanish so quick, before the dawn,
​You'll see him again when morning is born.

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