In moonlit realms where wildcats roam,
Their realm, a twilight, their palace, home.
Amidst the thicket, they silently tread,
Majestic beings, tails flicked and heads.
With eyes like amber, keen and bright,
They prowl the shadows, guardians of night.
Their fur a cloak of dusk and earth,
In solitude, they find their worth.
In whispered rustles, they hunt their prey,
Swift and silent, they stalk their way.
Through moonlit glades and starlit skies,
Their ancient wisdom never dies.
In untamed lands where secrets dwell,
Wildcats reign, a silent spell.
Their presence, a symbol of fierce grace,
In nature's tapestry, they find their place.
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