Thanksgiving dinner
Uncle Bud won’t eat
the left wing

feeling strapped
a $50 evergreen
tied to the car roof

Scat

My husband pokes and prods the pile with a stick. “Eww,” I say, wrinkling my nose, “What kinda poo is that?” “Hmm, I dunno,” replies my ever-inquisitive spouse, “definitely not deer…maybe coyote? Looks like he’s been snacking on pistachios.”

off trail
I squat to pee
on my foot