03/12/2024
Fuel…
Turn the key, hear the purr,
begin the night's allure,
Cans stacked high,
in the glow of the moon's pure light.
Whiskers twitch in anticipation,
eyes reflect the stars,
In the silence, a chorus rises,
a symphony of meows starts.
Feed 'em up, their hunger's wild,
a craving that never fades,
Feline friends, in shadows blend,
await their nightly serenade.
Tuna, chicken, a feast prepared,
in every bowl they'll find,
A banquet served under the watchful moon, leaving no one behind.
The dance of paws, a silent grace,
the night is theirs to claim,
Each bite a spark,
in the dark,
igniting their wild flame.
Through the house,
their kingdom vast,
they roam with silent steps,
Satisfied,
with bellies full,
to their next adventure,
they're adept.
In every purr, a story told,
of hunts in dreams so vivid,
The guardians of the night,
in their might, ever so livid.
Feed the fire, their desire,
with every can you crack,
In their gaze, a love ablaze,
a bond that never lacks.
So fuel the night with feline might,
let their spirits soar,For in their joy,
we find our own, a bond forevermore.
Under the moon, they weave their tune,
a melody so sweet,
In feeding them, we find a gem,
in every moment, complete.
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