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.