The little dancer.
Look who I met this morning on my way to the bus station.
A fox. No, I didn't kill it,not drove over it too. Driving over life or a dead body feels the same to me. At first I thought it was a dog.
The sad thing is the only times I see a fox these days is when they are dead. Shot by a hunter who hangs the 'trophy' at the side of his truck or hit by a car and left behind for dead.