Ah the sounds of foxes in the distance,
they live among us here and there,
they love to play tricks and they love their friends,
but many are shy around some,
but who cant say that they werent shy at one time,
but they are so endlessly loved,
as they are protectors,
a light in the dark,
awaiting to gain their honor,
as we are so good we're wonderous so,
as we are the creatures of the night and day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem