Whispering Wildness
Reflection
In secret gardens, where shadows play,
A feline guardian watches the day.
With eyes like lanterns, green and bright,
It guards the threshold, a mystic sight.
Its fur, a cloak of tawny hue,
Blends with the earth, as it watches anew.
The whiskers tremble, a subtle dance,
As it beholds the world's prancing chance.
In hidden places, it finds its home,
A realm of wonder, where it is not alone.
The world outside recedes, a fading haze,
As in the stillness, its spirit sways.
A symbol of independence, wild and free,
It stands as sentinel, for you and me.
To heed the call of the untamed heart,
And in its gaze, our own spirit to start.