a lick by the tree

It's 3 o'clock in the a.m. and I'm on one of my habitual midnight strolls.
As always; my foul human stench congests the atmosphere and the beasts of the night are of full consciousness and awareness of my manly presence. A fox crouched in behind a refuse dump as i mindlessly walked by. Paying no reverence or acknowledgment whatsoever to the fact that a carnivorous creature stood less than four feet from where i was, i stopped to pee. A layman would call it guts; the cowardly would refer to it as stupidity, a more enlightened individual would consider the possibility of the fox's non existence within my psychic as a oneness with the fact that man as a creature is incapable of fully protecting himself from the prowling elements of nature. In actual fact; that deduction to a certain extent possesses an iota of truth, but a full understanding of that state of mind leaves one truth standing alone in the spotlight. The fox was the least of my worries. Call it reverse psychology, or call it a stroke of luck that somehow, i just happened not to have treaded the earth beside a vixen with offspring to fend for, and defend from any potential adversary. Call it a twist of fate; that I (who had consciously left my civilized surroundings) felt the urge to respond to the call of nature and fertilize the earth with the acidic remnants of every fluid substance my digestive system had handled to the best of its ability. Call it a lack of discipline and a reflection of an untamed urinary system. The truth is this. A son of adam had to pee; and he did! Fox or no fox!