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In moonlit dunes where shadows play,

A sly fennec fox greets the night’s soft gray.

With eyes like stars and ears held high,

It dances beneath the endless sky.

So graceful, it glides on silken sand,

A whisper of wind in a silver land.

Each step a secret, each leap a dream,

Flowing like water in a quiet stream.

With heart so energetic, wild and free,

It races the breeze in a desert spree.

A flick of its tail, a glint in its gaze,

Alive with the pulse of untamed ways