Last night driving up my drive my headlights caught a funny little creature waddling at top speed. A skunk, with out the sense to move off the driveway but instead galloped up. Yikes! not to the house. Finally she scrambled into the woods. I stopped the car and watched her go.
Where? Home?
What would that be like, to live outside, without owning or renting, with a changing seasonal home? Or a territory?I have no idea. (And I don't include the human homeless population of my area in this. No irony intended. God bless them.)
I watched the skunk disappear into the
night with pure wonder.
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