set-up

mudbogged my dune cart.
it was meant for the sand
but i couldn't resist.
i watched it sink
for a minute and then
i had to figure out
what the falcon
was flapping over;
i found out.
it was a jimmy hoffa mask. the bird upturned
a birthday cake and there it was.
he gestured at the frosty plastic face with a sweeping wing
and spoke slowly, "you cannot afford to be without it".
FBI's all over it. the woods are a
maze of yellow tape and im being charged with
poaching wild toads.