Twilight Whiskers - Canvas Print
$19.70
Ai poem about this cat art:
In meadows, where the wildflowers dream,
Neath a scape of a celestial gleam,
A felines silhouette in tranquil grace,
Held by dusks warm and tender embrace.
Whiskers tickled by the closing day,
Eyes wide, reflecting suns last ray,
Witness to the skys fiery art,
Paws rooted deep within the heart.
The blooms nod to a lullaby breeze,
Whispers shared with rustling trees,
Caught in the twilights purpling blush,
World softens to an evening hush.
Guardian of the threshold between day and night,
Cloaked in shadow, yet brimming with light,
Twilight Whiskers watches from the knoll,
As days last breath whispers to the soul.
In meadows, where the wildflowers dream,
Neath a scape of a celestial gleam,
A felines silhouette in tranquil grace,
Held by dusks warm and tender embrace.
Whiskers tickled by the closing day,
Eyes wide, reflecting suns last ray,
Witness to the skys fiery art,
Paws rooted deep within the heart.
The blooms nod to a lullaby breeze,
Whispers shared with rustling trees,
Caught in the twilights purpling blush,
World softens to an evening hush.
Guardian of the threshold between day and night,
Cloaked in shadow, yet brimming with light,
Twilight Whiskers watches from the knoll,
As days last breath whispers to the soul.