A cat with a cap and backpack
On wheels through the city he glides
With his colorful skateboard
And a gaze filled with joy.

Neon lights don't bother him
Car noises he doesn't hear
He only craves the thrill
Of flying at night everywhere.

He's the king of urban asphalt
A master of skating he has become
No one can match his rhythm
He's the feline of freedom.