foxes trot

Foxes trot through autumn woods:
Leafy, mossy neighbourhoods
Full of echoes, rustles, creaks,
Shadows mixed with colour streaks.
In a pot of evening dew
Foxes cook a mushroom stew
(For dessert, it's gingerbread.)
Plumes of red and orange spread
Through the frosty inky sky.
Cooling down the lunar pie,
Winter winds rush out to sweep
Autumn woods while foxes sleep.


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