What am I?

My ears are flying up and down hearing your every step.

Warm – coloured

Hiding in the orange and amber leaves,

Melting into my den when it hits the crack of dawn.

I am a chicken – killer, Echo – screamer.

When I am a pup I bark like a dog,

But quite like a small gust of wind.

I run through trees , bushes and around pathways,

Trying to find a friend.

My eyes like night – vision cameras never see red or green but it doesn’t bother me. 

When morning comes I go back to my den and wrap my tail around me like a soft blanket.