Feeling Majesty in Moonlight
Whispers of the Night: Ode to a Feline Muse
In shadows cast by moon's soft glow,
There dances grace, a feline's flow.
With eyes aglow, like stars they gleam,
In whispers of the night, a mystic dream.
Oh, muse of fur, with whiskers fine,
In every step, a tale entwined.
Through moonlit paths, you softly tread,
A sovereign creature, crown upon your head.
Your paws, they pad with silent song,
In symphony of stealth, you belong.
A hunter's heart beats in your chest,
Yet in your gaze, a quiet quest.
In slumber's realm, you find your peace,
Upon your throne of warmth, release.
With gentle purrs, you soothe the night,
A melody of comfort, soft and light.
Through fleeting dreams, you roam and play,
In realms unseen by light of day.
With every leap, you claim your space,
In sovereignty of grace, you embrace.
Though mortal hands may stroke your fur,
In truth, you are a wild blur.
A creature born of ancient lore,
In whispers of the wind, you soar.
So here's to you, my dear feline,
In every moment, you shine.
A creature of both shadow and light,
In your presence, my world takes flight.
About the Creator
Ibrohim
Ibrohim is a poet and writer renowned for their evocative exploration of love, loss, and the human condition. With a gift for crafting captivating narratives and poignant verse.
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Comments (1)
Great poem! Well written