The Little Angel There was one little angel with a tricked-out wing that hung on the tree. Every year it got stuck in the back and stared at the wall. There are too many milkweed pod birds on this damn thing, the angel cried, and birds weren’t even part of the manger scene. The […]
The Crows for Martha Kight The crows were here before us. Let’s make them fly to far off fields. Rid the city of their horde. They infest the grid with their shit. Oh my gosh! Did they crap on your fancy car? Go hose it off, buttercup. The Leafblowers Silence calms […]