The Cloud Cat's Paws

Above the hills, a fluffy sight,
A cloud-cat drifts, in soft moonlight.
Its paws are mist, its eyes are dew,
It watches dreams, both old and new.

It leaps across the starry streams,
And chases after silver light beams.
It purrs a sound, a gentle breeze,
That rustles through the whispering trees.

If you look up, on a dark clear night,
You might just see its gentle light.
A shadow so soft, a furry friend,
A cloud-cat's journey, without an end.

It sleeps on rainbows, bright and bold,
And dreams of stories, yet untold.
A creature made of sky and air,
A fantasy cat that is beyond compare.

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