unforgettable UK moment #5

Walking down the Downs towards the Zoo, I glance over to my right and am suddenly spooked. It's mid-morning and the sun is joyously out, but a chill runs down my spine. In the instant my mind says, it's just a dog, I know it isn't.

I stop. "Look," I breathe. "A fox."

A wild fox indeed, sitting absolutely still in the grass, so silent and watchful it can't be alive. I'm still spooked and am reminded of silent creatures ghosting through forests where the only sound is a slight rustle of leaves and the hint of a breeze.

Then it moves, and the spell is broken.

Who doesn't love going to the Zoo?