fox ethos

A “vixen”
in Greek myth
and folk belief, was
believed to be a she-fox, 
or a foxy bitch. Foxes
in general were held

by the lusty
rude and earthy
Mediterranean rabble
that made up the Greek ethos

to be smallish canids of vaguely wolfish
or doggie-style, body-wise. However,
the Greeks imbued these four-legged
freaks of the ecosphere with more-than-human,
less-than-divine qualities: craftiness. Slyness.
A cunning almost feline in its perspicacity.

Because of this, they would stick
foxes in stories doing all types
of stereotypical fox-stuff. Aesop
told the most famous tale: how the fox,
cunning as hell! - beat Sherlock Holmes
to the punch by using classic Greek logic
to deduce the sourness of grapes
as in direct proportion to the height
and therefore inaccessibility
of the grapes. The moral of the story?

Foul grapes are even harder to get
than they are to want. Point is.

Despite all the detestable Greek
superstition which has dogged foxes
all through fable, myth and legend all
through time - even in Native America
and the Europes! Wherever foxes are,
these Greek ideas about foxes have

somehow

been “flown in”?

Theories do not abound.

To me it's obvious. A case of the Greeks,
having learned from Plato as usual
about the world of ideas, discovering
the ability to impart ideas about foxes

directly into the shared underconscious,

where Jung took the hand off from way
downstream in time, sent that Greek
ideal fox back to the house
to confuse even the stoic,
cool-minded “Indigenous
People” of the world all over.

You are foxy in the deeper sense.
The animal sense. Your cunning
and savage couth tempered by
a pretty good nature, bright-eyed,
bushy tailed, that’s the spirit animal
aspect I saw. That’s my babe.

She’s a fox.