Garden Augur
Fox in the yard this day of atonement.
Red-coated dancer.
Pounce.
Splayed out belly up
split neck to tail rat.
As if the fox while I was fasting
had run a blade
slit its prey
gobbled the guts &
left a skeletal coat for me.
Born in the year of the rat.
Possibly optimistic.
May possess a demonic element.
Still pink
the cone flowers.
The milkweed
profuse green pods.
Rat dismembered among the mischief. Fox gone.
I auger the soil to divine the meaning.
I am fox. I am rat.