In the heart of the whispering woods, they tread,
With paws so light, on a bed of red leaves,
Eyes gleaming like stars in the night’s head,
Foxes weave tales that no one believes.

Under the silvery moon’s watchful gaze,
Their fur glows with a mystical sheen,
They prance and play in nature’s maze,
Silent shadows in a world serene.

Through mossy trails and ancient groves,
They meander with grace, a secretive trance,
Whispering winds through emerald coves,
Guiding their steps in a timeless dance.

Oh, the tales the foxes could tell,
Of moonlit nights and dawn’s early light,
In the forest’s heart, where mysteries dwell,
The foxes’ dance, a haunting delight.