Cycle of Life

There’s been this friendly, curious Little Foxy hanging around our house lately. He’s out running around early in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon, and even pops by after dark. He appears to be figuring things out and appears to be intrigued with the world he’s been born into.

We’ve seen him sitting at the top of a driveway, just watching us walk by. While out taking an afternoon run with the dogs, Little Foxy has been skipping down the middle of the street. When he notices us, he runs a few feet, stops and looks back.

One day I saw him plotting to swallow the moon. I remember wondering why on earth he would want to do such a thing. Wouldn’t it cause his belly to bloat?

One morning I woke up thinking about Little Foxy since it’d been a few days since he was sunbathing in our neighbor’s front yard. I wondered what he ate and had this feeling of wanting to feed him. Let me be clear, I had no plan to feed him. I wasn’t going to feed him. It was more of a feeling of fondness, as in I hoped he was well and getting enough to eat.

A few hours later from inside the house I heard a thump. I looked outside and saw a squirrel dying. It had been hit by a car and was flopping around. In my mourning, the dampness on my face caused me to pray for it.

A few hours more and it was dark outside. One of our dogs was in the fenced yard and began barking. We looked outside to see that Little Foxy was eating the carrion. A car coming from both directions appeared and Little Foxy picked up the remains and ran. At which point our dog goes wild. We retame her. Several minutes later, we hear her again and see that next to our mailbox, Little Foxy is licking the pavement.