Whiskers in the Moonlight

In twilight’s hush, they softly glide,
Like silver dreams where shadows hide.
Their eyes, two lanterns, bright, awake,
Reflect the stars on a calm lake.

A whisper stirs, a feather falls,
A world observed, yet owned by all.
Each purr a spell, each step a rhyme,
They bend the clock, they smooth out time.

Upon your lap, the world stands still,
A velvet warmth, a tender will.
No crown they wear, no throne they need—
For hearts will serve where cats take lead.