Mouth Full of Blue Jay
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Its mouth full of Blue Jay,
the satiny, rust-colored fox emerged
from the cornfield on one side of the path
only to disappear into the one on the other.
Its manner nonchalant—it  completely ignored me
as it looped across, not ten-feet away.

Of course, I got to wondering.
I always arrive at wondering,
and that in itself, is a wonder.

So, what does a mouth of Blue Jay taste like?
Was the fox carrying it to eat a solitary breakfast,
curled in silence, unable to eat slowly,
or did she bring it to feed her kits
who were also unable to eat slowly?

All I know is that a satiny, rust-colored fox
emerged from one side of the cornfield
only to disappear on the other side,
its mouth full of Blue Jay.