Here's the result....
**Whispers of the Night**
In the quiet of moon's embrace,
Where shadows dance and secrets trace,
The night unfolds its velvet wings,
And stars ignite like ancient things.
A cat, all black, with eyes aglow,
Sits by the hearth, a silent show,
Its fur a midnight symphony,
As flames waltz in sweet harmony.
The Martin guitar rests nearby,
Its strings a bridge to realms awry,
The cat plucks notes from starlit skies,
A melody that never dies.
The candle flickers, casting spells,
Its golden flame a tale it tells,
Of love and longing, lost and found,
In this enchanted, hallowed ground.
So listen close, my weary friend,
To whispers of the night descend,
For in these moments, magic weaves,
A symphony of dreams and leaves.