In the stillness of the midnight forest,
Shadows dance in the silver glow.
Foxes weave through ancient trees,
Their secrets only the moon will know.

Beneath the canopy of stars so bright,
They move with grace, a silent ballet.
Whispers of leaves under delicate paws,
Their world a hidden, mystical play.

Eyes like amber, glowing in the dark,
They tell tales of wisdom, old and deep.
Guardians of the forest’s heart,
In their presence, even the night shall sleep.

As dawn approaches, they slip away,
Into the shadows, where no one sees.
The forest sighs, a secret kept,
In the memory of the whispering trees.