Old Wise Cat

In the forest lives an old wise cat,
A lover of books, on stories he's pat.
He reads with a passion, under the moon's glow,
Sharing tales of far lands, where few dare to go.

Each evening, as shadows begin to cast,
Animals gather, arriving fast.
Birds fly in, perching close to hear,
Stories of wonders, drawing them near.

He speaks of deserts with endless sand,
Of icy mountains, majestic and grand.
Tales of the ocean, deep and wide,
Where mysterious creatures in darkness hide.

His words paint pictures, vivid and clear,
Of magical places, far and near.
Adventures that spark the listeners' dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.

The wise old cat, with eyes so bright,
Continues his stories into the night.
His audience listens, captivated by each word,
Imagining the wonders of which they've heard.

In the heart of the forest, under the star's light,
The old cat's tales bring magic to the night.
With every story, his wisdom he shares,
Uniting all creatures, in moments rare.