Death is so jarring, though we are cognizant of it’s looming presence, when faced with it, we cocoon our very beings in a state of stillness…

As a creature of habit, I embarked on a morning walk, silently welcoming the beginning of spring. The wind caressed my face ever so softly with the sun making an inconsistent appearance.

Ruminating over things past and present! 

I walked gallantly, bouncing with every step, creating my own kismet rhythm. The soulful melody my body orchestrated was suddenly no more! Violently stopped in it’s very tracks by a sight I could not unsee...

the lifeless body of a Fox, a sentient being that once ran through the streets of London, scavenging to survive, living an unencumbered life, wild and free. Often referred to as vermin but I know and the Fox knew, those untrue words were wrapped in ignorance! 

RIP dear soul

if animal heaven does exist

I hope you’re resting on the biggest 

and fluffiest cloud there ever was!