A lone star high up in the sky
Beams brightly through the cold,
Its shimmer threading winter’s dark
With stories yet untold.
From here inside the quiet house,
Where stillness warms the air,
We watch it through the windowpane—
A small, steadfast prayer.
The only sound that stirs the hush
Is soft and low and whole:
Two kitties sharing, side by side,
The murmuring of one fountain bowl.
Across the room, against the wall,
Two little dishes wait—
Twin bowls of food in tidy rows,
A quiet, patient state.
The kitties know they’re always there,
A comfort in the night;
Provision set with gentle hands,
A small domestic rite.
The star keeps watch above it all,
A calm, unblinking friend,
Holding the night in patient hands
Until the long hours end.
A stained-glass style image of a tall arched window looking out onto a snowy winter landscape at night. A large golden star radiates across a deep blue sky, its light streaming outward in bright, geometric rays. Snow-covered hills and evergreen trees fill the view beyond the window. Inside, on a wooden floor before the window, two cats sit side by side facing the night — one pure white and one dark grey tabby. Between them is a small fountain bowl, and nearby are two neat bowls of cat food. A single candle glows warmly to the left, adding a soft amber light to the quiet, peaceful interior.
NeuroDivine 
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