"My soul would sing of metamorphoses.

But since, o gods, you were the source of these

bodies becoming other bodies, breathe

your breath into my book of changes: may

the song I sing be seamless as its way

weaves from the world's beginning to our day."

                     from The Metamorphoses of Ovid

                             translated by Allen Mandelbaum

I have posted photos of the vixen and her three cubs at the farm

previously this summer. Thursday my mother in law mentioned she

had found a fox tail in garden, and we wondered who might have been

responsible Willow the farm dog or possibly a coyote, who do prey on

foxes. Friday morning my wife and I drove past the farm lane and 

encountered four foxes. seemed to have tails so we have no idea

whose was in the garden.

"In a cave somewhere they carved an animal 
jumping: that leap stayed."

             from They Carved An Animal
           by William Stafford