The patter of little feet

A funny thing happen to me this morning. As I ran thinking about what a wonderful feeling it is to have the freshly fallen rain kick up on my bare legs a little creature scurried past me. I am not going to fib to you and say that I wasn’t startled because seeing anything at four in the morning is a big surprise. It took a second to register who this little critter was as it ran waving its tail. It took another second for the smell to hit me. The skunk made its way into the darkness of farm ditch and I continued down the road trying to get some distance between me and the foul stench. I had to smile when I was far enough away and knew I wasn't going to carry that funk with me all the way home. It would have been long and nauseating three miles home if I had been the unfortunate victim of Mr. Skunk. So here’s a playlist for you Mr. Skunk and all the little and sometimes larger animals that cross my pass.