The clock ticks, yet the world sleeps.
Whiskers twitch, sensing unseen winds.
Shadows dance, a private ballet.
In this moment, I am everything and nothing.

Outside this realm, a soft footstep echoes.
A hand reaches, offering unasked warmth.
In their eyes, I see the shimmer of ancient stars.

Paws over landscapes uncharted,
Constructs of thought, mere mirages.
Here, the quantum threads unravel,
A cat's purr weaving silence into song.