Breakfast With a Vixen

The Vixen
She appears early Sunday morning.
We have not even had breakfast, 
not known she was coming,
nor that she was even in the neighborhood.

I spy her in a glance, 
contemplating her meal
displayed on a stark white table
as she circles and readies herself.

Stunning in rust orange fur coat
set off with black stockings, she
reeks with pride, confidence, 
and desire for the meal before her.

We wonder what she is serving this morning,
Is it squirrel or rabbit? We hope for squirrel–
tastes like chicken they say–
but she has opted for rabbit, our last one.

She gives us a long penetrating look,
knowing our presence, not 10 feet.
Teaching us about observation, 
Watch, I will show you.

This fox’s cunning got her this feast, 
swiftness surprised her prey–
our rabbit friend, who from window I had watched
and wondered at her fear as she hunkered so.

We contemplate this raw scene,
marvel at our good fortune to perceive,
do not fault this beauty today 
as she has hunger to fill and duty to provide.

We bow to this death, now giving life.
Choice morsels eaten first–
the heart, the entrails, the warm juicy prime bits.–
fox and rabbit unite.

She shifts to a polite finish, 
washes her face in wet snow,
struggles to seek purchase of that which remains,
finds it and holds tight.

Family is now her concern, so
with a mere glance of farewell, 
rabbit in her jaws, trotts lightly off to the west  
as only a vixen can.

Crow perches near in wait for leftovers, 
but she has cleaned her plate, 
nothing remains.
Her presence found only in the telling.

©Janis Dehler
Photo: Janis Dehler

“I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.” 

Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”

H. Rider Haggard, She: A History of Adventure

To read more about our rabbit friend, click the link below: https://janisdehler.com/2022/01/09/resilience-in-frigid-days/


Even in the bitter cold, the sun is shining longer and the scent of spring wafts in the air. Friends are buying seeds for planting while I take time off from my January writing frenzy to clean and clear, having made space within, and now without.

On Going Resource List

  • The Soul of Rumi, Translations by Coleman Barks
  • Keep Going by Joseph M. Marshall III
  • Arriving at your own Door by Jon Kabat-Zinn
  • The Untethered Soul by Michael Singer
  • The Hidden Secrets of Water by Paolo Consigli
  • Conquest of Mind by Eknath Easwaran
  • Color: A Natural History of the Palette by Victoria Finlay
  • Peace is Every Step by Thich Nhat Hanh
  • I Thought It Was Just Me (But It Isn’t) by Brene Brown
  • Practicing Peace in Times of War by Pema Chodron
  • When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron
  • On Death and Dying by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
  • Unattended Sorrow by Stephen Levine
  • Joy in Loving, Mother Theresa
  • The Joy of Living by Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche
  • Let Your LIfe Speak by Parker Palmer
  • Zen and the Art of Saving the Planet by Thich Nhat Hanh
  • The Essence of the Upanishads by Eknath Easwaran
  • Welcoming the Unwelcome by Pema Chodron
  • Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer
  • Medicine Cards: The Discovery of Power Through The Ways Of Animals by Jamie Sams and David Carson

Author: Mindful Contemplations

A weekly blog, in prose, poetry, or memoir, finding the sacred within the ordinary day to day experience. I offer inspiration and contemplation on the soul journey of the human spirit, diving deep and surfacing with hope.

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