September 21, 2003

• It was a perfect fall day in Portland. Yesterday one of my cats caught a young squirrel. I heard a commotion in the back yard, came out and found Smoky gripping this creature tight in his jaws. So I got a broom and shook it at him to make him drop it. Eventually, he did. It lay there breathing and its little eyes half open on its side. I wrapped it in a towel and put it in a box and carried it to the back of the yard and put it in the bushes to see if it would recover. Later that evening I pulled the towel aside a bit and decided it was dead. I dug a hole in the soft garden dirt and began to pour it in when there was movement. So I carefully replaced the towel and box with room for it to breathe and left again. This morning when I went out, it was gone. There was just the towel left rumpled in the damp earth. I hope the little critter is now safe with his family. Thought you’d like to know how it all turned out.
  
  

  Cocainize This is the empty hive where bees lived, little threadbare cells side by side, tiny hexagons close to dust. Touch them, blow on them. This is time running out.

  
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  Deep Thought: When I found the skull in the woods, the first thing I did was call the police. But then I got curious about it. I picked it up, and started wondering who this person was, and why he had deer horns.
  
  
  

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