In the whispering woods, where shadows grow,Foxes tread softly, in the moon’s gentle glow.Their eyes, like lanterns, pierce through the night,In search of dreams hidden in the silvery light.Rustling leaves whisper secrets unseen,Among ancient trees, where the air is serene.Paws on the earth, a gentle, rhythmic dance,In the heart of the forest, where mysteries enhance.Beneath the starlit sky, their spirits run free,In the silent ballet of the night’s decree.Their fur, like fire, against the dark’s embrace,In the endless expanse of nature’s gentle grace.With every breath, the forest comes alive,Foxes weave stories that in twilight thrive.In the whispering woods, where tales are spun,The dance of the foxes, a song never done.