I was allured by this Flickr picture the second I saw it. It seemed beautiful, yet also strange. A genuine napping red fox in a field of tall clovers? Curious.
The image info told that it was indeed this fox’s last rest. Possibly rabies did him in. What a mournful occasion, but what a comely little beast.
(I apologize that I haven’t been able to find the image again, to properly link to the artist. If anyone can help me with that, I’d appreciate it.)
Come to Rest
From madness to rest
You’ve wandered too far and then too close
You’ve grown weary
You find yourself in the soft clover
Feeling the pull of death’s slumber
There is some precious beauty about you
In this early twilight
In your last breaths
In your grassy bed
So fragile, mortal, yielding
What was wild and fierce, unpredictable
Now laid down, quieted, helpless
Will you awake in another field with new rabbits?
Will you suffer no more?
Lay your head down
Come to Rest
Your thoughts or comments are welcome.