We are tiptoeing to the window, very quietly
trying to become invisible, to blot out ourselves
standing there, side by side, almost not breathing
we, the humble human bystanders, watch a miracle
a gift from Mother Nature to us clumsy two-legged ones
Here we stand, blotted out, watching three young lives
basking in the moonlight, magical spirits, called foxes
the incarnations of playfulness and agility itself
running in circles, mock fighting, jumping for joy
maybe planning raids on other magical creatures
Joyfulness itself may need four legs to develop fully
nothing like a pup having fun, mock killing its siblings
all of it blessed by the Moon, smiling on the trio
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