Whispers in Bloom
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Amidst the blooms, a feline sway,
Dark silhouettes, with eyes so bright,
Watching worlds, in quiet night.
The flowers dance, in gentle breeze,
As cats weave secrets, with velvet ease.
In this serene, and dreamlike land,
The beauty of nature, hand in hand.
With every glance, a story's spun,
Of mystery, and a life well-lived, beneath the sun.
The cats, with grace, and gentle might,
Preside over blooms, in the silent night.
Their whispers echo, through the floral throng,
As they weave magic, with every gentle song.