In the gentle curve of the universe's tapestry,
paws trace astral paths velveteen and pale,
whiskers whisper cosmic winds, silkier than dreams,
in a celestially woven purr, a cosmic ballet.
Gold flecks scattered across the dusky canvas,
our feline astronomers, with eyes like twilight moons,
map the invisible clusters of starlit fur,
as galaxies coil into curling whisker arcs.
They sit atop the great cosmic sill,
tails flicking with nebulous grace
as the ichor of stars mingles with their dreams.
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