Rending the cloaking web of silken silence
ringing echoes from frozen midnight airs
breathing life into mid-winter darkness
the foxes have risen from their lairs.
Yap-yap-yap, the rapid love call
falls upon the wooded vale
where eager dog meets coy vixen
bathed in silver moonlight pale.
Shoulder to shoulder running foxes
race toward the breaking dawn
russet coats glistening dew damp
in the light of the day new born.
Foxes lie amongst the heather
half asleep 'neath noontide sun
lazily drifting through the day bright
waiting for their mid-night run.
