Fox Was Here First

 Fox was here first.

 

In his own time he ate the bright, ripe berries, and scattered

the seeds to own his passing.

Fox grazed, and chased the whitefoot mouse, and munched

a casual cricket on a slow night.

At dusk he strolled the woods road;

in the full dark he barked love songs, and listened.

 

I am here now,

And my chickens that are as obvious as drive-through burger stands.

They wave neon signs of scent across the summer evening.

 

Fox covets those chickens.

Where does it say,

“Thou shalt not Covet thy neighbor’s flock?”

Nowhere that Red has read it.

He stalks my porch at night,

and walks the fence beneath the fallow moon. 

The dogs

smell him in their sleep and erupt, mad with barking.

He laughs at them and dances on, leaving

his scat defiant where I find it in the morning

like a gauntlet flung waiting on the warm bricks.

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About Alix Moore

Alix Moore is a soul healer, a soul teacher, and a powerful channel for the wisdom and healing of the Archangels. She is passionate about helping lightworkers learn and heal so that they can fully embody their god/dess selves and fulfill their missions to serve and support the evolution of planet. Connect with Alix at www.yoursoulstruth.com
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2 Responses to Fox Was Here First

  1. Pat Cegan says:

    Your work is a delight to read! I love living with the animals of the wild. We have had to learn how to live together in peace, each respecting…and loving the other. Do you talk to your fox and chickens? hugs, pat

    • Alix Moore says:

      Well, it’s interesting. My partner hears the animals better than I do. I can see at the Spirit level, but I can’t always receive telepathic conversations. I am always interested in how the animals help us learn our lessons.This summer we had a big problem with one fox killing a chicken a day from our flock. I believe he was here not only for the free lunch but also to help my partner and I learn to hold our space.

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