The Perplexing Stare of the Vulpes Vulpes

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The Vulpes Vulpes, also known, in the unsystematic sphere, as the red fox, is quite a mysterious creature. With its cunning movability, and its perplexing stare, it lurks in the nighttime and when caught in the beams of a car's headlights, leers at the driver with eyes the colour of fluorescent green marbles.

It stuns me each time I come across one. I admirably stare at its eyes, its face, its slender body, and its vivacious tail, often fluffy, and flirty to the eyes in the way that it twirls. I cannot help but wonder that maybe there is something sinister, but not too evil about these mice consumers, these pest hunters that lurk our streets when we are tucked into our beds. Its eyes, they too are windows to its soul and I see something deeper than a mere soul in that creature. 

Each time I spot one as I am driving back home from a long day of both teaching and learning, I am caught in a state of awe and I am inspired to write, draw, read, observe, research, to do everything that it is that I do when I come across a muse. The Vulpes Vulpes is my muse, it is the very thing which inclines me to allow my creativity to wander, to explore, to happen. Otherwise, my creativity is lodged in a realm where nothing productive is done, and I struggle to break myself free from this realm so as to produce and thrive. The Vulpes Vulpes immediately, without fault, pulls me from this realm and throws me into a state where I cannot stop my creativity. 

I wish to capture one, to hold it captive as my sole muse, so that whenever I want to dive back into that creative state I can simply go to the device in which it is entrapped and I may observe it for as long as I please. But I feel as though it is a crime to nature, that in robbing it of my muse, I am robbing it of its muse too, and robbing to fox, in doing so, of its freedom. For my selfish endeavours, I steal nature's muse, and the Vulpes Vulpes' ability to roam the world for delicious pests. Shall I steal from both the Vulpes Vulpes and nature, and dip my mind into a state of musing? Or shall I continue living a bland life until I spot another Vulpes Vulpes, stripping myself of a strong form of musing? 

It is a struggle I come across at each sighting of this elusive creature, and its stare haunts me as I attempt to think morally and ethically. Though these creatures have reportedly been known to attack humans, I wish to attack one with love, with thanks, with acknowledgement. Because of this creature, I am able to embark on mystifying mental travels, taking me places I otherwise would not reach had it not been for this sighting. I simply owe this Vulpes Vulpes creature my life, for it is from this creature than my longevity is ensured, that my reason for writing is prolonged, and that my mind is nourished.

Its wavy red-brown coat, its petite figure and equally as petite toes, its ombré hazel eyes, its perplexing stare, it compels me to feel inspired, and for a reason I do not know, and possibly will never know. Frankly, it is just the case, and though I hold no explanation, I am thankful.