In the whispering woods where shadows play,A dance of foxes in the moonlight sway.Their eyes, like lanterns, gleam with delight,They dart and weave, a graceful scene.With every leap, a silent song,A symphony where they belong.
The gentle rustle of leaves beneath,Echoes the rhythm of their feet.In twilight’s embrace, they find their way,As night gently folds the day.
Yet as dawn’s light begins to creep,The foxes retreat to shadows deep.Leaving whispers of their midnight dance,A fleeting glimpse, a cherished chance.