From the Foxhole
Sick of Killing
a squirrel's death in the mountains
i was driving in the mountains at dawn. there were spots of ice and snow. i spotted two dark lumps in the road that looked like chunks of ice that had fallen off the bottom of a truck. i slowed down. then the chunks moved, just slightly, and i realized, now less than 50m away, that the chunks of ice were in fact a pair of squirrels.
Odds & Ends
Funny because it happens to someone else.
Courtesy of Hubbard Museum of the American West via New Mexico Digital Collections
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