I had just gone out to smoke a cigarette.
Tired from a long night of splitting fire wood for the upcoming winter, I’d gone outside to suck down a cigarette and listen to the noises of the night. I know most just smoke in their houses, but I don’t like the stale smell that it lingers in the air when people smoke inside.
There was a new noise. I live in the middle of the country, and I know the sound of every animal in the forest. But there was a new sound, a squawking sound. Continue reading