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In the stillness of shadow and light,
This cat of paper, so refined, so bright,
Crafted with hands both gentle and wise,
Each curve a mystery, a sleek disguise.
A statue of grace, in silence it stands,
Born of thin lines from an artist's hands.
The whiskers drawn with soft precision,
A feline wrapped in pure vision.
Though made of paper, its presence commands,
A whisper of life in delicate strands.
Eyes like moons, full of stories untold,
A guardian of secrets, brave and bold.
The sun’s warm kiss, the shadow’s dance,
A quiet moment, a fleeting glance.
This paper cat, so soft yet strong,
Carries the weight of a silent song.
Oh, to be so still yet full of might,
A creature born from the artist’s sight.
Not of flesh, but made of heart,
In every fold, a work of art.