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A twig snaps; a fox’s desperate scream splits the still night air,
Whilst the moon plays hide and seek, dancing from behind a curtain of leaves.
Tiny feet scurry through the undergrowth, sniffing, digging, playing.
The forest is alive with nature, all creatures, great and small.
This is their world and for the most part, we are unaware.
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