Velvet Vigilance

In the folds of ancient fabric, a guardian stirs, A mystic presence wrapped in patterned cloaks. Eyes like amber, glowing bright and still, Watching worlds beyond the woven walls. The cat's soft fur, a haven for the soul, A place of refuge from life's turbulent role. The intricate designs, a tale of old, Echoes of memories, forever to be told. In this quiet moment, time stands still, As the cat's gaze pierces, a gentle will. A symbol of wisdom, a heart so true, A companion in the journey, through and through. The fabric's texture, a sensory delight, Inviting touch, a tactile pleasure in sight. The cat's serene face, a mirror to the soul, Reflecting inner peace, making whole.