Blue Fox and Sister Chicken

   
   "Blue Fox and Sister Chicken"
   
   Foxes, members of the family Canidae, which includes wolf-like and fox-like canids, that synergy of the tribe canini, being Latin for dogs, includes Vulpes, the Latin term for fox, of course.
   But Mr. Blue Fox was not Vulpes vulpes, a red fox--no, he was Dodger Blue.  A strangely cunning yet innocent beast, more of a spirit than an animal, loving the most bizarre of things, including Sister Chicken.
   Blue Fox didn't like chicken bones; they were tough on his intestinal tract.  After all--he wasn't a crazy coyote capable of eating a dirty baby diaper and then producing normal scat, no, he was just a weird fox, and didn't want a tummy ache; thus, he mainly lived on chicken eggs.
   Indeed, when intrinsically called to haunt the hen house during the nocturnal hours, he met with a hearty female chicken, her dubbing herself Sister Chicken because she was a sort of debutante in the domesticated fowl community, being a star, hanging the Moon, and laying the most luscious of ivory-white eggs.
   Sister Chicken told Blue Fox not to eat her; specifically, she was a bit phobic concerning the small and blue-hued fox upon their first meeting, not wanting to be his nighttime meal; however, after explaining to her that he didn't like chicken bones, she offered him two fresh eggs each night if he wouldn't gulp her or her sisters up inside his predatory belly.   Blue Fox thought it a great deal, and they shook on it.
   So, every night, whether the Moon was Full, New, waning, or waxing--under that neon glow of Luna's Daystar reflection, Blue Fox met with Sister Chicken, and she had his two eggs ready.  And yes, they were scrumptious and totally yummy, filling his sensitive stomach, and easily evacuated into symmetrical scat.  It was a friendship and deal forged in heaven to display the differences of creatures labelled this way or that way.  
   Yes, we are all the same, but different too, some like the darker Yankee Blue, while others still pull for the Dodgers and their homemade hot dogs near the Pacific Ocean, swirling with aquatic life in perpetual swim and mammalian snorkel.  

Virgin Mary Statue and Ireland

   
   "Virgin Mary Statue and Ireland"
   
   The only mythical thing about the word MYTH--is that it's a myth; specifically, myths are forged in axiomatic truth, kinda.
   Wending my way through quasi-mystics and all the rest on the Internet, my Search Engine has done its share of the bizarre--I found a story about a Virgin Mary Statue and kids on the Emerald Isle.  
   It basically informs that some eager for action adolescents were partying too hard, in a park near a Virgin Mary Statue; alas, never be bad in front of your spiritual mother; thus, the legendary lore tells of the Statue coming to life and kicking the iniquity out of the teenagers, hopefully giving them a taste of the Holy Ghost Itself.
   Regardless, these are more than mere metaphors, but the weird on its way.  Like Christ taking enough.  Dealing patiently, but returning boldly to cage the contagion, one glorious day.  
   We are all saved by a glimpse into the Otherworld, if the pursuit of the high life doesn't bring us down in the end, that is.  Thus, keep your eye on the prize.   

Crafting a strategy for your sickness

   
   "Crafting a strategy for your sickness"
  
We all fall ill;
Still, the greater the view, if we have the constitution to ascend a volcanic hill,
And with severely scatological stuff like Inflammatory Bowel Disease--
There are years of I.V. infusions while catching every cold and having to acquire ease;
Hence, be pious and patient; plus, never lie to a medical man;
Specifically, like the coyote--adapt and architect a courageous plan--
All is in God's Hands,
Yet we have the privilege to petition the Heavenly Lands
For grace and reflection--all that mystical jazz;
Indeed, God is the Author; still, we might ignite a sparkle with humble pizzazz.  

Dierks Bentley - I Hold On Lyrics

Canis rufus--argute

   
   "Canis rufus--argute"

   Meaning shrewd, this animal, merging the gray wolf Totem symbolism with the myriad of meanings behind the Totem representing the underfed, skinny, lean, garden-variety coyote is a predator/omnivore filled with loyalty and sagacity.
   It is likely to thrive, highly, in the Eastern United States, and having turned over aspects of my local library, I learned, was independently schooled really, that there is government protection for these sublime canine-like creatures in North Carolina.
   They say when werewolves see the bright, passionate color of red they morph into man-eating monsters; regardless, Carolina Blue protects and nurtures these friendly yet skittish animals, and we should be thankful for the myriad of acres they get to religiously roam freely without a sniper's control of the fox in the cathouse, or whatever--ya get me?
   It's just nice to know that certain furry friends still have the right to remain autonomous without bullying, here in this awesome America.   Yup, long live the Red Wolf.   

Yankee Harvest

   
   "Yankee Harvest"
   
When the rightly wild coyote, loose and free, was in New York observed--
It was viewed over Grant's Tomb, not barking; moreover, not a yip-like word;
Nevertheless, with a head full of stalking curiosity,
The crafty coyote wended its weird way to the Lincoln Center with agile velocity;
Indeed, the coyote is severely swift, running up to 43;
Alas, be first wise, as Alexander Pope did write and surmise under the azure sea;
Regardless, have a beer for the General; furthermore, remember the flag,
For the Stars and Stripes boast of Liberty's brag.   

Bluebird and the crafty coyote--optimism in mistake

   
   "Bluebird and the crafty coyote--optimism in mistake"
   
Wishing with mud-colored feathers, the sad bird desires to shimmer Dodger Blue,
Diving into a sparkly lake to infuse the darker than azure hue;
Hence, because of belief and will; plus, a crazy dream
The bird morphs blue with elegant gleam.
The coyote sees--he too wishes to glow with the shine of blue,
And so repeats the birds steps and his fur is made the shame shade and hue,
Yet now he becomes proud of his cool mane, forging a mistake--
A lesson in hubris does revenge with natural paint,
Returning back to his stealthy camouflaged self, with a load of humility;
However, crafty as ever with cerebral luminosity.