March of the Whiskers

Tiptoe paws on the morning floor,

Sunlight dances through the open door,

Whiskers twitch, tails held high,

Marching together beneath the sky.

Skipping, hopping, never slow,

Follow the rhythm, let it flow.

March of the whiskers, hear the sound,

Tiny paws tapping all around,

Through the garden, down the lane,

A feline parade in the sun and rain.

Chasing shadows, playful and bright,

Every step is a little delight,

Cats in a row, in perfect line,

With every beat, our hearts entwine.

Under moonlight, the tempo stays,

Furry friends in a jazzy maze,

Spin and twirl, jump and prance,

Join the whimsical cat dance.

March of the whiskers, hear the sound,

Tiny paws tapping all around,

Through the garden, down the lane,

A feline parade in the sun and rain.