Three Foxes

At first there was one. A silent shadow moving through washes of the streetlamps. The appearance of the second came sometime later. A nightly routine began -- sometimes one and sometimes the other. I could not tell the dog from the vixen but it seemed as though some sort of ritual was being enacted. Through the spring, the pair appeared only one at a time until this last month. These sightings, at first, were comprehended as some kind of phantasmal visitations. Now, nightly, there is an appearance of three -- an adult and two pups -- gliding -- dancing -- wrestling silently.