What none knows is when, not if.
Frank Bedart, “If see No End In Is.”
A great squalling & clattering of wings…something alarming to a cloud of birds invisible behind the trees…pandemonium…and then a small red fox emerged from behind the rose of Sharron bush and sauntered across the lawn…. How bright he was! How bouncing and jaunty and full of joy he seemed and how oblivious to the terrified birds who beheld him and somehow knew, never having seen such a creature in these suburban woods, that his joy was their despair. And all this time, the wind blew and the sun shone and world continued oblivious to their terror and his triumphant solitude. (7:45 AM)
Apollo’s Fire & Amanda Powell, “A Fox Went Out On a Chilly Night”
Mendlessohn, A Midsummer’s Night Dream Overture—Russian Philharmonic-Moscow City Symphony
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes...
Shakespeare, A Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act III, Scene I
The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.
William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
The rabbit was eating peaches fallen from the tree. She looked up at me as if to say, “Who are you to visit me as the sun is setting and the night begins to fall?”
I suffered for young birds, for young rabbits caught in the mower,
My grief was not excessive.
For to come upon warblers in early May
Was to forget time and death:
Theodore Roethke, “The Far Field”