One night a little while ago, a new noise worked its way into my dreams. In my dream it took the form of a crow - a big angry crow. But the noise became uglier and more guttural, coming closer as my sleep got lighter. I opened my eyes and went to the window, looking for whatever injured animal or angry witch was making this noise.
What I saw was a fox trotting up the path next to our building. It was such a big noise for such a little fox just foxing around. She has been back a few more times, on these cool open window-nights, foxing around the big city. She reminded me of these little critters I have spotted all over sweaters, makeup bags and especially scarves. Maybe one of these will have to come live with me in her honor.