The Fox

fox1An old one came to visit; it was a Fox. It came to my companion, Bobbi, first. It appeared before her on our porch early one morning. It was a quiet meeting.

The Fox was announced by the Crow to me. I generally tear up stale bread and toss it about the yard as an offering to the Crow and other birds, Chipmunk, Squirrel, Raccoon, and any other passing guests. The Crow raised quite a commotion from their towering perches one evening. I first saw the Fox when I went to investigate the unusual disturbance.

fox2The Crow do not mind sharing the bread with the other creatures, but the presence of the Fox raised some alarm. I was simply surprised to find the Fox eating bread. It did look old and frail, though. Bobbi told me that it came here to die.

I changed the offering for the benefit of the Fox. The Fox is an in-between creature that prefers dawn and dusk. I moved the offering from late morning to evening, hoping the Fox might get more of the bread. Early morning was impossible because of the hours I work. Bobbi would have to tell me if the Fox was still present because I would not see it again.

fox3Bobbi is kindred to the Fox, so it was drawn to her. I was neither hurt or surprised. I have always known that my girl is a vixen. She has not mentioned the Fox for a couple of days, though.

I did not have to work tonight, so I was still home a couple of hours after making the offering. I was surprised to see six Crow standing quietly in the garden as I walked by the door to the porch. This was unusual because the Crow are normally cautious and guarded. Movement in the doorway is usually sufficient cause for them to take flight.

fox4Six Crow stood silent and still in the yard like sentinels. They seemed to be staring off into space like they were entranced, then one flew off. I went to tell Bobbi that I thought the Fox had passed. She simply looked at me and said, “I know he is gone.”

As Life is given, let it be received. Regardless of whether the Fox still wanders in this world or another, we hope we eased its passing here.


sct 07.17.2015


Gods in the Shadows

What do we lose in our homogenized and pasteurized “civilization?” I need not explore this subject as another has artistically commented on what is both natural and artificial to the human spirit.


In the bland megalopolitan light
where no shadow is by day or by night
be our shadow

So wrote the artist and poet David Jones in his prayer to ‘The Tutelar of the Place’. To live with the gods is to live in a world of shadows, depths, mysteries. The opposite is a world where there are no shady nooks, hidden places, recesses; a world of hard surfaces and exposed spaces. Such a world does not exist, as hard as humans have tried to create it. Though many do live in such a world, lit by “the bland megalopolitan light” which banishes the natural darkness of night, a world constructed of the flat planes of our buildings and our roads. It is a conjectural world as much as a constructed world. Imagined as an ideal, realised imperfectly as a fact but dominating the imagined spaces around us.

Are the gods…

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