Silent Whiskers: The Hitman Cat
In the shadows, sleek and sly,
A feline prowls, with a watchful eye.
His fur is black as the midnight hue,
A hitman cat, with a mission true.
Silent paws on cobblestone streets,
In the darkest alleys, his target he meets.
Whiskers twitch, eyes of green flame,
A master of stealth, with a deadly aim.
His collar hides a daggers gleam,
Swift and precise, like a haunting dream.
No mercy shown, no sound or scream,
The cats life is a shadowy scheme.
In moonlights glow, he stalks the night,
With perfect grace and deadly might.
Whispers of his name, fear and awe,
The hitman cat, with the silent paw.
He vanishes before the dawn,
Leaving whispers of lives withdrawn.
A legend grows in the citys heart,
Of a cat who plays a lethal part.
Yet in his lair, by candlelights gleam,
He dreams of fields and a sunlit beam.
A life without the deadly game,
A gentle purr, no need for fame.
But till that day, hell roam the night,
A shadows whisper, out of sight.
For he is the hitman, the feline dread,
A cat of the night, by darkness led.
