Driving home


Driving home I saw something crossing the street.

What was it?

A dog?
A cat?
A fox?

Slowed down to let it finish running across.

Then it seemed like we were racing.

Fox was running along street behind a fence.



Found a hole in the fence and it took off!


3 thoughts on “Driving home

  1. Andrea Clark says:

    I love this little poem. It helps remind me to pay more attention to the details around me, especially when I am driving and it is so easy to get into autopilot.

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