My Trip to the PO

It was so fun, I have to tell you all about it.
I drove there in a car.
I parked.
I got out and went in.
I slipped the letter into the box.
I reversed all my previous steps.
Joyous is the word that comes to mind.
No, that’s not right, flippant is it.


Coyotes Are Rude

First of all, coyotes are not democratic.

Their leader is mean and the pack follows him blindly.

That’s stupid.

But my complaint against coyotes is more specific than that.

They go out at night.

In a pack.

Yelping all the while.

Why can’t they be quiet?

The moon was not up when they yelped.

The best I could tell, a neighbor’s house had their lights on.

Was that a reason to get excited?

The coyotes yelped and yelped and I could not sleep.

Coyotes are rude.