In the moonlit woods, they softly tread,
Foxes with eyes like amber’s glow.
Through shadows deep, they weave and thread,
Whispering secrets of the trees they know.

Their fur a blend of earth and flame,
Silent ghosts of twilight’s grace.
With each swift move, they play the game,
Leaving behind a fleeting trace.

Beneath the stars, their laughter rings,
A chorus to the night’s embrace.
Nature’s mystic wanderings,
In every step, an untamed grace.

Oh, forest foxes, wild and free,
In your dance, a story spun.
The heart of nature’s mystery,
Until the break of dawn begun.