Easter morning, a young
fox chased a field mouse

through dune grass, which
will be mowed tomorrow —

the old grass providing a
perfect, if temporary, hunting

ground. The same tawny fox
chased a bird flying low behind

Norway Spruces. The fox
might have caught the mouse

but, for sure, missed the
little bird, but, still, thought

the person watching
the action, it was a beaut-

iful morning for a real
life hunt — for something

other than pastel colored
Easter eggs in a church yard.