࿐✿ The Ballad of the Velvet Paw ✿࿐
Upon the silken midnight, a silver streak takes flight,
A quiet, watchful shadow, guarding softly in the night.
With velvet paws and emerald eyes, she roams the window sill,
A ruler of the household, commanding all things still.
She weaves between the morning sun, her purr a gentle song,
Where warmth and quiet patience sing to make the weary strong.
They do not boast, they do not bark, they speak in glances deep,
A steady comfort in the heart before we fall to asleep.
Oh, beautiful cat with a spirit so free,
Dancing in moonlight, wild and carefree,
Every step that you take is poetry in motion,
A tiny, warm bundle of quiet devotion.
Whether chasing dancing dust motes or basking in the glow,
They teach us simple secrets that the peaceful spirits know.
For love can be a quiet thing—a head-bop or a sigh,
The purr-fect grace of knowing that your little friend is by.!