This is an imagined scene from my backyard where it was cold and snowy when this prompt arrived, but quite lovely, too.

At dusk sometimes, I spot a fox tuck under the neighbors shed. Some nights, I hear the call of an owl. I like to imagine they’re friends who run into each other while hunting for mice in the back field. Maybe one snowy night they spot a snowman our family built and it’s that dinner’s discussion. “It’s a sn-who-man.” Fox couldn’t say it. His mouth was full.