Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Where shadows twist and whispers flow,
A ninja cat moves swift and light,
A phantom born of endless night.
Her fur as black as midnight's shroud,
She blends within the darkness proud.
Her eyes, like lanterns, gleam and spark,
Twin beacons slicing through the dark.
Across the rooftops, sleek she glides,
With silent grace, the wind she rides.
No mouse or foe can sense her near,
She strikes, then vanishes — none hear.
Her paws leave trails of mystery,
A legend cloaked in secrecy.
No leash can bind, no chain can hold,
This feline spirit fierce and bold.
The ninja cat, a tale unfolds,
Of courage, stealth, and heart of gold.
Defender of the weak by night,
She fades by dawn, her job done right.
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