Black Muzzled Thoughts

The forest exploded, fauns poured out of a blue spigot sky. They jumped so high they brushed against Jesús's feet. Brown streaks of lightning, (wide alien eyed) so steady even in terror......... Coyotes must have stirred them. Little devils, would chase God into hell if they could pan his golden DNA. Black muzzles will come next, with their plaid hearts and orange chests. Slumped in highchairs made of icy rain. Sipping chunky-cheap beer between bites of blank. Dreaming of BROAD CHESTED sixteen pointers "The wife" sitting home thinking, I hope he misfires-keeps HIS crown molding promises. Her wide alien eyes, so steady even in the deep soul of black muzzled thoughts.