The Silent Fox Beneath the Moonlight
A poem about the mystery, grace, and wisdom of the wild.

In twilightβs hush, where shadows play,
A fox appears at the edge of day.
With amber eyes that softly gleam,
It moves like whispers through a dream.
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Its paws leave prints on silver ground,
So light, they make the faintest sound.
A fleeting flame, a breath of fire,
A spark of wild, untamed desire.
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The forest bends to watch it glide,
A spirit that cannot be tied.
It knows the secrets we canβt see,
The ancient truth of what must be.
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It hunts the night with graceful art,
A wild song beating in its heart.
Yet in its gaze, a gentle plea,
For peace, for life, for liberty.
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Oh, clever fox of dusk and dawn,
Teach us how to wander on.
To move through life with silent grace,
To leave no mark, yet touch each space.
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For even wild hearts find their way,
Beyond the dark, beyond the day.
And in the fox, we learn the key,
To live in truth and still be free.
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Would you follow a path unknown,
If it led you to a soul your own?
Thanks For Reading πππ


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