 On the way back from my friends house there was a dead fox in the road, an odd sight for a city like Cookeville. The heartwrenching part was there was another fox at the edge of the road, looking at its fallen family member.
In the manner of a curious cat it raised it nose to better obtain a scent of the scene. Was the fox lamenting the death of its mate? Was it wondering why it no longer followed behind? How long would it linger before it moved on? My morbid sense of beauty told me that only a photograph could do the scene justice.
I rushed home to get my camera and returned as fast as safely possible. Upon arrival I found the second fox dead in the road.
Jamie - 6/07/2006 07:24:00 PM
God, that is the most depressing thing I've ever heard.
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