The Mystery of Asinine

In the piney woods outside the Puget Sound,

Moss on the canopy floor forms lumps like the sour milk that’s currently in your refrigerator. 

Vines crawl like the bugs that are underneath your skin. 

The wild Tree-Federal Agents shuffle from one branch to the next. 

They are watching your every move.

The predator is now the fugitive.

“Squirrel!”

You announce, almost too loud. The wild Tree-Feds take note. 

Did you commit a misdemeanor or a felony? 

Or a misdemeanor while committing a felony?

That’s for your pro bono lawyer to deny.

By Benjamin Block

From: United States