that fox

i see that fox every single morning and every single evening. this morning, she caught a mouse. she keeps asking, 'what's essential? what's essential'?

sometimes a word emerges. 'honesty.'

sometimes it's simply a feeling of redness.

sometimes it's tiny as a mouse.

sometimes it's as bright as a full moon.

i giggle. she screams. it scampers across a long dirt ascending road. it disappears into tall grass. it leaves it's mark. it's a song. the notes suspend. can you hear it? 'what's essential?'

she's persistent.