A fox
Funny, isn’t it, how a fox is always a moment in time.
Tonight, she and I stopped. Frozen. Gazing at one another in the street near the Arlington Baths. The knowledge that she is a scavenger and a pest did not limit her regal pose. She and I gaze, each seeing something in the other. Is it a moment of shared fear or a moment in which we both recognise something familiar?
I’ve no idea and wonder whether she knows herself.
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Posted: April 1st, 2009 under Blog.
Tags: street fox
Comments
Comment from Tregonsee
Time 2 April 2009 at 1:14 pm
Be glad you were not attacked. Rabies is in the rise again. In once recent case, a jogger was attacked by a fox and had to run some distance to get help to get it off her arm.
Comment from Erp
Time 2 April 2009 at 1:10 am
From the fox’s point of view, humans are pests though sometimes useful ones that leave out food scraps and raise chickens.