In the hush of evening’s gentle embrace,
A whispering breeze carries tales untold,
Where foxes roam in their secretive grace,
Through moonlit woods, their stories unfold.

With eyes like stars, they dance in the night,
Silken shadows weaving through ancient trees,
Silent footsteps echo the soft starlight,
As they revel in the cool, fragrant breeze.

Their fiery coats blend with autumn’s hue,
A tapestry woven of gold and flame,
In twilight’s glow, they slip out of view,
Guardians of the forest, wild and untame.

In the heart of darkness, their spirits soar,
Mysterious wanderers of the shadowed land,
With every secret path they explore,
Foxes whisper dreams with a gentle hand.