This squirrel fell from the sky onto my neighbor’s fence. I saw it while walking back from buying eggs and at first wondered what kind of sicko was the kind of sicko to mount a dead squirello to a fence. I felt my head slowly shake on its own accord and I actively worried for the youth. Then I looked up at the branches overhead and it all became very clear, and I could imagine him falling, her falling, she leapt for a branch and missed, then fell. And it was a hell of a thing to admire for a f
Published on May 29, 2009 05:30