In the moonlit hush, where shadows play,
A fox dances in the silver light,
With eyes aglow, a fiery display,
Through the forest, swift and bright.

Among the trees, where secrets lie,
He weaves his path, both sly and keen,
With every step, a gentle sigh,
In the world where wild and serene.

The leaves whisper tales of old,
Of cunning paths and whispered dreams,
In the night, his story unfolds,
Within the silence, his spirit gleams.

Through seasons’ change, his journey flows,
In winter’s chill and summer’s gold,
A testament to nature’s prose,
A fox’s tale, forever told.