Photo: (c) Barbara Melton
Foxes don’t try to hide what it takes
to live. They see no reason for shame,
and so do their deeds in the bright of
moonlight, sometimes announcing them,
like the vixen did in the meadow two
nights after she took my golden rooster
by the neck.
In winter, there are two thieves:
The fox and the season trying
to steal the fox.
One of them succeeds.
You can’t blame it.
Why do people look upon the angel
in the snow and say they are that?
~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in Conversations with Mary: Words of Attention and Devotion
Winner of the Nautilus Book Award silver medal for poetry
Many thanks to Barbara Melton for use of the photo
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