The Fox

Marcia Krieger


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I had been reading a letter from a cousin of mine, who was a poet. At the time, I saw him as someone caught in the artist's bind of wanting freedom and closeness too, something not always easy to obtain. Just then I caught sight of a red fox running across a field and under my kitchen porch. The appearance of the fox at that moment, seemed full of meaning, as both the fox and my cousin seemed beset with the same dilemma. Although the metaphore may have been striking, it turned out to be only in my imagination, as my cousin soon married and went on to become a Pulizer Prize winning poet, too.