A collection of my poems that i wrote throughout last 2 years

Night wrapped the empty streets, and only one shadow moved silently through the yards. It was her — the cat, a wanderer of this neighborhood, wise and quiet, as if she were part of the very city itself. She watched, she listened, she felt the world around her in ways no one else could. Every movement, every moment of hers carried a quiet magic, attentive to those who crossed her path.