A cozy home, dark and quiet.

Whiskers watched the big moon.

Whiskers: “Moon is so bright!”

Mama Cat sat nearby.

Mama Cat: “Thinking of art?”

Whiskers: “Want to paint stars!”

Mama Cat: “Stars are too high.”

Whiskers: “Oh, I wish!”

Mama Cat purred softly.

Mama Cat: “Sleep now, sweet one.”

The garden shimmered, so still.

Whiskers tiptoed outside.

He saw a moonlit puddle.

Whiskers: “It glows so bright!”

Whiskers: “Can I touch it?”

He dipped his paw gently.

Whiskers: “My paw has moon!”

He swirled it on a leaf.

Whiskers: “A glowing flower now!”

He dotted tiny bright circles.

Whiskers: “Look, little stars!”

He made a shimmering path.

The garden was a canvas.

Morning sunlight filled the air.

Mama Cat walked outside.

She saw the glowing leaves.

Mama Cat: “What beautiful art!”

Mama Cat: “Who made this, dear?”

Whiskers ran to his Mama.

Whiskers: “My moon paintings!”

Mama Cat: “What a clever kitten!”