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In the twilight's embrace, where shadows blend,
Whisker Strings weaves a song, beginning to end.
His whiskers, like stardust, trace love's design,
A bridge between homes, where hearts intertwine.

"Mom, Dad," he sings, his voice a gentle breeze,
"Two worlds I straddle, like leaves on ancient trees.
Your love, like constellations, guides my flight,
In this cosmic dance, I find solace and light."

To Mom, he hums secrets of bedtime tales,
Of moonbeams and wishes, where dreams set sail.
Her arms cradle memories, soft as moonflowers,
A lullaby whispered through midnight hours.

"Mom, Dad," he sings, his voice a gentle breeze,
"Two worlds I straddle, like leaves on ancient trees.
Your love, like constellations, guides my flight,
In this cosmic dance, I find solace and light."

To Dad, he strums chords of laughter and play,
In treehouse hideaways, where adventures sway.
Their shared laughter echoes in sun-kissed glades,
A symphony of love, where memories cascade.

"Mom, Dad," he sings, his voice a gentle breeze,
"Two worlds I straddle, like leaves on ancient trees.
Your love, like constellations, guides my flight,
In this cosmic dance, I find solace and light."

So let the stars witness this celestial refrain,
Whisker Strings' song, where love knows no chain.
For in his heart's compass, both homes reside,
A melody of belonging, forever side by side.