Night Fox

In the deep forest of time..

In the cold frosts of night
Still as the gloomy fog
Silent as the tree stands
Shivering in the breeze

Soft moonlight through the trees
Glistens in her eyes
The soft padding of her feet
Run, run

Stars shining dimly, barely lighting
There the stream flows
Quiter than the moons glow
Trickle, trickle

Breathing the soft, cool air
The scent of water, quenching
She creeps over
Drink, drink