Wolf with fur as silver as the moon in the dusky sky
Sits proudly by, a noble beast, ready to ally
Squirrel, small and nimble, with a strategy in mind
Hops about, from chair to board, the best path he will find
Otter's laughter ripples through the thronging wooded scene
As one by one, they play their part, like actors on a screen
By the dappled moon's soft light
Gathered round in playful might
While the leaves outside are turning
Raccoon, wolf, and squirrel in yearning
Thirty-five acorns they did stake
Each move careful, none to break
Otter shuffles the deck with glee
Thimbled fingers wild and free
Each laid card a feast of fate
Animal minds keen to debate
At the great oak table, they took their place
Planning moves with wisdom, every face
The raccoon's eyes, shining trickster's gold
Devising schemes in the shadows bold
Wolf ponders deep, with a howl's soft bend
With each play, on strength they'll depend
Squirrel's quick wit, with a flutter and a glance
Dodging danger, giving fate a chance