Le Renard

I fed a fox. 

She came up on my deck and sat on the lounge chair at night

Hid my rubber sandals and knocked over plants

I left her some cool water and kibble

And she stayed awhile

But the neighbors complained when their chickens and cats disappeared

So I quit leaving her food

No more fox.

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About John Idstrom - Eater, Angler, Writer, Cook

My name is John Idstrom and I write Meezenplace, which is an intentional misspelling of the french cooking term Mise en Place. I am a non-indigenous, invasive species who lives and writes on a rock that juts up from the Salish Sea, Vashon Island. My tag line is "Eater, Angler, Writer, Cook." I used to think Meezenplace was about food, and maybe it was at some point. Now it's just stories that find me that have food in them. Pull up a chair and join me for a meal.
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5 Responses to Le Renard

  1. Jennifer Schaal's avatar Jennifer Schaal says:

    What, no recipe?

    Sent from my iPhone

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  2. Colleen Hollinger's avatar Colleen Hollinger says:

    Everything touches everything else.

  3. Stephanie Riefe's avatar Stephanie Riefe says:

    That is cool. I wonder what might have been ….

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