After Killing A Red Squirrel

Buckets of sunflower seeds by the window

taught him to come inside.

He circled around and found his way in 

through the greenhouse.

I scolded and chased him daily.

He thought I was another squirrel.

I hit him a rap on the back with a stick,

another as he convulsed on the floor.

He sputtered his blood and lay dead.

I tossed the body in tall weeds.

Later that day I pissed on myself;

also cut myself shaving.