Foxes on the prowl

Foxes on the prowl
{watercolour on paper}

My Grandma used to tell us stories about creatures that prowl on Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead widely known as All Souls Day). The one that stayed with me as i grew up is the tale of the grey foxes that prowl the mountains and the skies to find children who do not eat vegetables and soup. They take the children with them on the eve of the 1st of November and they were never seen again. And yes, as the story unfolds, i learned to eat ampalaya (bitter fruit) and other sour-tasting veggies. 

"Sleep is not, Death is not; Who seems to die live.

House you were born in, friends of your spring-time,

Old man and young maid, day's toil and its guerdon,

They are all vanishing, fleeing to fables,

Cannot be moored."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson