dawn prayer

The early hour of morning.

As I stood at the window, a fox emerged from the hedge and moved like a ghost through the grass.

I felt like I was receiving a blessing from the Almighty.

The fox took his ease, nosing about in the garden for ten minutes.

He did not seem unduly worried about anything.

Russet fur, a bushy tail, and holy grace.

The artistry of the Creator is writ fine in his creatures.