Whispers of Night

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Four felines watch, their eyes at bay, Like sentinels of secret lore, Guarding the whispers of the night's score. Their forms, a patchwork of woodland hue, Blending with leaves, both old and new, A tale of mystery, of whispers told, In colors rich, like embers cold. Their gaze, a piercing, knowing sight, Illuminates the dark of night, As if they hold the secrets of the earth, And whisper truths of mystic birth. In this quilted tapestry, they reside, A testament to nature's artistry inside, A dance of color, texture, and design, Where the wild heart of the forest entwines.