Poem # 57 Through my Window Glass

Amazing! Where is Aesop when you need him? The other night at about 10 pm, it was dark, although the street has lights. I looked out of my front window and saw a fox and a black cat walking down the street side by side. They were not running, just strolling together down the hill. I was amazed! Is this a common thing? Were they hunting together? Why didn't the fox eat the cat? "Oh you cunning fox!", thought I. A fox who swims with a piece of fur in your teeth to rid yourself of fleas. When flea ridden you let the fur raft float down stream. You pretend fellowship with the cat - you won't fight- no contest- no loss - passive aggression rules! A black cat would be really bad luck. The cat thinks " this fox is my fox!" but "what" asks my neighbor who saw the cavalcade pass, "happened to the duck? When they strolled past my house they were with a handsome tall brown duck."