In the still of night,
under the moon's soft light,
there prowls a white cat
with eyes so blue and bright.
Her fur is like fresh snow, her steps are soft and slow, as she weaves through the shadows in a graceful, fluid flow.
She pauses to gaze at the moon's silver blaze, and for a moment, time stands still in this nocturnal maze.
With a flick of her tail, she continues her trail, a vision of beauty and grace as she vanishes into the veil.
The moon follows her path with a gentle, guiding bath, and together they dance in a celestial aftermath.
Oh, how I envy that feline, for she has the moon as her sign, and she wanders through the night with a grace that's truly divine.
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