Dancing With Foxes

Gathered in a room late in October Filing through halls of old hollowed wood The mice and the beavers are carving out chairs in the wall Porcupine quills are scratching birch paper Writing out tunes that they've never heard Cantorion songbirds are gathered in eaves far above This is the season when animals gather to play Fresh autumn wind carries melodies from far away Cover your eyes and you'll hear the gathering song Don't be surprised if you hear my voice singing along Rose-colored berries are hanging from branches With icicle teeth that gleam in the sun The robins and sparrows contentedly bask in the light Drums made of pine stumps beat into a fervor While paws caked in dirt wear dark endless paths If all goes right we'll be dancing with foxes tonight This is the season when animals gather to play Fresh autumn wind carries melodies from far away Cover your eyes and you'll hear the gathering song Don't be surprised if you hear my voice singing along