The night was quiet until the moon rose over the curve of a hill. As soon as the silver moonshine cast itself upon the valley the night erupted in a flurry of activity. The crickets burst into a lively melody near the shrubs. The fireflies danced to the merry tune illuminating the vast dark sky. An owl poked his head out of the tree and from his beak emitted a mournful hoot. A vixen with a bright white stripe on her forehead trotted out of her den ,and sniffed the ground. The deep red colored fox released a satisfied grunt ,and two cubs tentatively padded out into the cool night air. Underneath the calm guidance of the symbol of Hecate the animals each explored the depths of the darkness. To them the dark wasn't scary or menacing ,but a time of love and peace. Then the sun emerged casting his rays as far as they could reach. The vixen and her cubs slunk back to their den and together curled up for a slumber. The owl let out another melancholy hoot then tucked his head underneath his head. finally the fireflies and crickets disappeared into nature without a trace. Nearby two people arise from their beds oblivious to the prior events. Unaware of the wisps of leftover sparks of energy. Like magic the night ends only to begin once more as soon as The Mother Moon blesses the dark with her presence once more. The animals dream of the secrets they construed from last night. Secrets only they will know.
Lots of really wonderful little poetic descriptions in this!
You gave each of the animals described unique traits, and it really helped the setting of the hill they call home feel a bit more alive, though the final few sentences tie them all together with the secrets of their night time activities kept secret from creatures who are mainly active in the day.
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