The silhouette

The silhouette will haunt me tonight and maybe even beyond.  In front of the headlights of the oncoming cars I could see the half circle rounded shape, lifted up by the stumpy legs  and the stretch out of the neck, with a head no wider than the diameter of its stalk.  He was headed across the road, in actual slow motion.  There was cars coming towards me, a truck behind me, and at one hundred clicks on a wet highway, swerving wasn’t a safe option. I squealed like the proverbial instead and imagining a gentle smile and soft tilt of his tiny head on his stalk neck in my direction I held steady – and I missed him.  I hope being green he has at least a little Irish luck, and completes his insanely perilous journey.

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