In the quiet of the midnight hour, they roam,
Shadows dancing beneath the silver moon’s dome.
With eyes aglow like embers in the night,
Foxes whisper secrets, hidden from sight.

Through the forest, their paws tread so light,
A symphony of silence, a graceful flight.
Rustling leaves and the scent of pine,
They move with purpose, in a world so fine.

Beneath the stars, their stories unfold,
Legends of courage and hearts so bold.
In the hush of night, their spirits soar,
Guardians of mysteries, forevermore.

As dawn breaks, the foxes retreat,
To hidden dens, their day complete.
Yet their whispers linger in the morning air,
A reminder of nature’s beauty, beyond compare.