Under the moon, a dancing shadow, with orange hair and a loving gaze. Eight centuries of wisdom in her gait, in a body of illusion, a fox to be discovered. Miko's kimono, bright red in the night, with a ribbon of hope, her apron evokes. Footsteps in geta, resound in the heart, With each step, she weaves a spell of warmth and devotion. She dances under the moon, her fluffy, soft tail waves, a whirlpool of joy, that in the night glides and sways. Her eyes, a gradient that captivates and enchants, from yellow to brown, in them, the light is sustained. A barrette in the shape of a red flower, in her hair shines, like a sparkle of life, which in her hair is flaring up. With every movement, her kimono whispers stories, of an eight-century-old fox, who in her dance, proclaims joy. Senko, mother and wife, in shadow and light, With infinite tenderness, her hands dance in the air, A smile of old times, a gesture of pure elegance. In her home, peace and joy finds its abode. With fox ears, that on his head rise, And a slender tail, with white she crowns herself. Under the veil of night, his nature unfolds, a being of legend, who in the home remains and gives herself. In her voice, echoes of remote times mingle, with each word, wisdom and tenderness intertwine. Despite the years, her youthful spirit is never hidden, in the dance of life, her joy is not diluted. Despite her millennia, youth in her face, a girl's body, manners without reproach that reflect wisdom. In her lap, rest, her affection will nestle us, her hand guiding us, with sweet serenity. “I am your Senko,” she whispers, ”your home, I will keep,” a red flower in her hair, her charm multiplies. Youth in her figure, wisdom beyond measure, Senko, the kitsune, our heart will conquer.
