The All-Seeing Eye

In twilight’s hush, where shadows play,
A cat's eye glimmers, soft and gray,
Within its depths, a world unfolds,
A tapestry of secrets is hold.

Glimmers of moonlight dance on fur,
Whispers of night in a gentle purr,
Each gaze a mirror, deep and wise,
Reflecting dreams, and unseen skies.

With every flick of whiskers fine,
Mysteries linger, stories entwine,
From the heart of the alley to the rooftops high,
A cat's eye unlocks the night’s silent sigh.

It sees the rustle of leaves in a breeze,
The gentle flight of moths with ease,
The hearts of the lonely that roam alone,
The tales of the winners and the overthrown.

In amber glow or emerald gleam,
A cat’s eye knows the truth of a dream,
It watches the world with a knowing grace,
A keeper of stories in this sacred space.

Whispers of life, both tender and raw,
From the twitch of a tail to an unshed paw,
In the flicker of light, in the hush of a night,
A cat's eye reveals all - the dark and the bright,
For in those two orbs, so vivid, so clear,
Lies the essence of everything, gathered near.