Whip por will, whip por will peeeled in the dark
who whos, who whos entones in a chorus.
 Whip por will among some chirpping remarks
a late night serenade played just for us.
When dawn friends arrive out of the forest
the vixen sitting pretty at its edge.
Joined by three a last peek before they rest
then a does breakfast walk along the ledge.

Squirrels scamper from limbs to ground to limb
as a ground hog slowly wanders around.
The skunk appears with no concern of them
or the morning song birds that now abound.
These days go on as clouds drift on the breeze
wafts of pine, cedar and fir in the air.
Until dusk when all come again at their ease
their forage, their play with us they share.

The vixen back with her two kits
and her three companions not far behind.
A doe watches what one fox eats and sits
she nears, he moves, she nears, he moves in kind.
Skunk mingles with the foxes, no harm, no foul
a new skunk the first sends off, tail unwound.
Then the dusk goes to dark, no more they prowl
whip por will, whip por will the only sound.