cimorene

i've seen the fox three times already today--once out my bedroom window, once by the building where greek and english meet, and once out the window of the art museum at work. yes, we have a fox on campus. it lives obviously right on campus. it's a charming fox with beautiful red and white fur and black boots, just like a painting of one. it's beautiful and elegant and graceful and my roommate has seen it eating a squirrel, which is sort of gross but then again sort of pretty in the way of all life. um. if that makes sense. maybe it doesn't. but anyway, i love this fox, am utterly in love with it, and have barely restrained myself from writing it poetry. the fox fucking rocks. i want a fox. it's so pretty. no, ok, i don't want one, because its wildness is its beauty and i want to just watch it from a distance, and having it would spoil its charm. *siiiiiiiiigh*