Newbridge, New South Wales
Evolve, Devolve, Revolve Competition Entry
The fox sits next to me as I drive to understand.
I know three Neville’s: City, Country, and Town.
City won’t be baited. Hiding his hands he says there is nothing to it. It’s just boys showing off. ‘Scare mongering your kin is an old wives tale fox.’ Dead foxes hang from the fence.
Country speaks for its form and tenants. ‘I am the land and grasses, the trees, the water, the reeds in the creeks, the bushes, the nectar, and the minerals. I am the home, the feeder and protector to the insects, spiders, reptiles, amphibians, birds and mammals. I have fine balance but you foil my system and eat my protected. You have gorged on the Pilliga mouse. You don’t belong here. Rich show-offs dress up in red coats like yours. Playing fox chase fox. They brought you here for sport. For thrills they brought rifles, horses, hounds, and you. My only purpose to them was be trodden, stripped and beaten. They’ve brushed away my undergrowth where I protected Pilliga. Whilst I’m bare and down for the count you burrow and stay alive. I would deport you but I have no influence until they start to suffer.’
Under foggy moon frosty ghost gums tried to scare the men. Their whispery howls through breezy leaves only made the men pick up their rifles. A shot is heard. Death of old is new.
‘Mans’ evolution now sees me farmed for lamb in which you delight. Men watch you. The guns sit on their porches so run the way of the rabbit.’
Twice daily Town Neville drives the school bus past the foxes hanging on the fence. The children see them. This chink to their gentle armour will mostly harden how they think and deal with the fox. How do I explain away the foxes exposed; with throats cut, spirits strung up, killed and not returned to nature? An old wives tales says ‘it’s to hang you up, and make you suffer, to scare you off fox’. I see that we kill to protect what we eat. I’m ancient and have eaten from several thousand skins. Can we help? Let’s return the fox to his nature. Let’s return nature. Let’s return. What do you say?