The Deaf Minstrel

In the forest's heart where moonbeams play, A bard weaves tales at the end of day. With silver strings and a voice so clear, He gathers foxes, their ears to hear. Underneath the starry canopy's gleam, The bard's tales flow like a timeless stream. Of heroes bold and ancient lore, Echoing through the forest floor. The foxes listen, eyes bright with delight, Captivated by each word's flight. They dance in shadows, tails entwined, As the bard's melody fills their mind. Stories of courage, love, and strife, Painted in the canvas of night's life. The bard and foxes, a bond so deep, In the forest's embrace, secrets keep.

The image and the poem were both for @Deaf_Minstrel . My brother visited my apartment over the weekend and I showed him NightCafe, and in the process, the Deaf Minstrel. He immediately wanted me to gift something to them. He came up with the prompt for this creation (which is open, by the way) and I did the rest. Hope you enjoy.