On the roof, beneath the night's dark cloak,
A black cat sits, his eyes a silent spoke.
Surveying his kingdom, the streets below,
With a regal air, he watches the show.
His fur, a midnight velvet, sleek and fine,
As he surveys his domain, a realm divine.
From rooftops high, he claims his throne,
In the silent hours, he reigns alone.
With eyes like amber, gleaming bright,
He guards his territory through the night.
Every corner, every alley, every lane,
In his realm, he holds the reign.
A sentinel of shadows, ever discreet,
The black cat watches, his presence sweet.
In the stillness of the night, he'll stay,
On the rooftop, overlooking his domain, he'll sway.