In a sunlit room where silence stays,
A black cat dreams through golden haze.
Perched on pillows, sleek and still,
A shadow soft, a breathless...In a sunlit room where silence stays,
A black cat dreams through golden haze.
Perched on pillows, sleek and still,
A shadow soft, a breathless thrill.

Behind, old drawers of file and dust,
Hold stories sealed in metal trust.
But the cat, with gaze so deep,
Guards the past in silent sleep.𝓙𝓢𝓜

My feral Watcher, 🐈‍⬛🐾🖤 Show more