Fox speaks
Fox-life is full, no moments empty, all eyes, ears, nose.
To be a man, one whole up and down of the sun?
So many moments of idleness. How to?
Man-earth is tree-tall, sun-bright, where all eyes peer.
Fox would dig deep below to curl in safe darkness
while the light shows too much.
Fox would sleep curled, while the curious sun
ferrets and wriggles through cracks.
Man-earth has a homeland, fenced
strong enough to keep out other men.
Earth entrances are barred, strong, tight.
Men know their enemies.
Fox would like such a fence too, such strong doors.
Night time, men sleep,
fox walks in the cool shadow-light.
All eyes, nose, ears,
they make the wide world sing and howl,
run fast as wind through the trees,
taste blood and fur, chase feathers.
Fox could not never give up such fierce life
for man’s sad idleness.
Jane Dougherty
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photo by paul brookes
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