Fox

Stopped to study the weeks old carcass
of a fox just off Jesusita hiking trail
near Inspiration Point. No recognizable
head, femur exposed, a bunch of dustballs
stuck together. It lay straddling two rocks.
So this is where that old fox chose to die
after years gadding about in the Santa Ynez,
thought I. I walked on and every fallen branch,
every twig, every mottled rock was a replica
of that fox’s body decomposing in the mountains.

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