The Fox

Day 225

photo by Wilson Alvarez

photo by Wilson Alvarez

Once I watched a fox decompose

day by day

at my sit spot.

At first I felt frightened

of the wild one grown cold.

And then I felt sad.

I sat quietly beside

the small form

with the thick red coat

and the long snout

and felt my heart breaking.

I tried to wish him back to life

to no avail.

Then, slightly horrified

I watched the maggots move in.

They squirmed and seethed and multiplied

until the broken body

seemed alive once more.

And then he started to disappear,

bit by small bit

until the landscape of bone began to show,

sloping rib cage,

caved pelvis,

cresting skull,

undulating spine.

Until finally even

that fell apart,

nibbled and pulled by small scavengers

mice, shrews, and meadow voles

scurrying around.

In the end

the leaves came down

and covered the last shards of bones.

And in the spring

the flowers and plants came up

like nothing had ever happened.

And everywhere its like this.

Birth and death and birth again,

great cycles turning

in an ancient and haunting song.

Learning the tune is not that hard.

Just listen to the wind.

Thank you for listening,



photo by Michelle Johnsen

photo by Michelle Johnsen


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