Whispers of The Stray

Beneath the moon's cold, silver sheen, 

In city streets where shadows lean, 

A feline wanderer, eyes aglow, 

A ghostly dance in a world so small. 

Through snow and night, a stray persists, 

In a life where solace barely exists. 

No hearth to warm its weary paws, 

No human touch to calm its flaws. 

What purpose lies in this fleeting dance? 

In alleys dark, where shadows play, 

The cat wonders at life's brief display. 

What meaning lies in a transient lore? 

In a tale untold, what was it all for? 

A journey wild, untamed, unclaimed, 

In a city's heart, a soul unnamed. 

A life unfurled, with no embrace, 

Yet, in each step, a grace in space. 

For in the transient, the fleeting breath, 

The cat finds purpose, a dance with death. 

No home, no love, no earthly tether, 

Yet, it lived for the night, forever.