With fur like embers, eyes like crackling flame,
Foxparks stride forth, whispering nature’s name.
No mere canine, but spirit of the forge,
A spark of warmth, defying nature’s scourge.
Across the plains, they trot with steady gait,
Kindling flames, where once darkness held its wait.
Beneath their paws, campfires brightly blaze,
Banishing shadows, in a comforting daze.
Through caverns deep, where crystals softly gleam,
Foxparks delve, to forge tools in fiery dream.
Weapons strong, and armor plates so bright,
Defending comrades, under starlit night.
But fury sleeps, beneath the playful soul,
When kin are threatened, embers fiercely coal.
With teeth like daggers, and claws honed keen,
They guard their pack, a loyal, fiery scene.
So tread with respect, near burning, watchful eyes,
Offer friendship, not fear, beneath the starlit skies.
For Foxparks’ heart, though fierce and ever bold,
Holds warmth enough, to shelter stories untold.
Join the circle, near the crackling pyre’s embrace,
Let flames dance high, and ancient wisdom chase.
For in the spark, where embers softly glow,
Foxparks’ friendship, forever helps you grow.
So rest weary head, beside the fire’s light,
Let furry guardians, chase away the night.
For in their warmth, where shadows find their end,
Foxparks remind us, home is where hearts ascend.