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.