In the forest deep, where shadows creep,
The night is dark, the silence steep.
But in a clearing, a fire burns bright,
And around it dances a creature of the night.
The badger bold, with joy untold,
His spirit high, his heart not cold.
He spins and twirls with grace and spree,
In the glow of the fire, wild and free.
For tonight is special, a time of cheer,
No worries or troubles, no need to fear.
The badger dances, his steps so light,
In the magical embrace of the night.
So let us join him, in this merry dance,
Under the stars, in a joyful trance.
For in the forest, when the moon is high,
The badger dances, and so do I.
Badger
© Copyright: Виталий Стадников, 2024
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