In the realm of silent paws,
the unspoken musings
weave through twilight's thread,
each whisker a word missed,
each blink a stanza lost.

Do you remember the stars' reflection
in her lilac eyes,
the moon tethered softly
upon her purring voice?
Only shadows listened.

Among the velvet shadows,
language distilled into sighs,
the phantom echoes of eternity
murmur through her fur,
weaving tales of what has not been said.

The clock chimed not for us,
for in feline time,
minutes were grains of sand
through her languid paws,
whispering secrets of the void.

— She walked silently, the echoes chasing her
a ghost in a world too loud for the heart,
cat and cosmos entwined in their ethereal dance.

Beyond our reach, beyond our dreams,
she pauses — an unsung heroine of silence,
the keeper of the night's breath,
all words left to the shadows.