A Burial

Dismally, the fox was dead when I found it.

It wasn’t by the side of the road, yet just

Another woodland victim of Goodyear’s finest tires.

Rather it was in an aquarium.

A peculiar place for a fox to parish

I thought to myself, but

There could have been stranger places,

I suppose.

It was a crowded weekend at the aquarium with

Hourly showings of dolphins pushing

human around a pool at the

bottom of an amphitheater

and children petting manta rays.

They were grossed out by the slimy touch.

Balloons hung in the air,

Probably like the death cries of this

Vibrant burnt sienna colored mammal.

As I looked around and it seemed

As if I was the only soul that could detect it.

I pondered if it could swim.

Can foxes swim?

Soon, all I could see was the

Lifeless limbs, and bushy tail bristling in the wavy waters.

Like a swimming female’s long hair.

All other living things simply disappear rapidly.

The silence was eerie much like outer space.

I was alone. Not even a bird in the sky.

With no one else to witness me and fox,

I felt the fox proposed it needed a proper burial.

So, I manifested myself to wake from this odd

Dream I was having and find a shovel.

I wonder what my therapist would

Think of this one.