Chico Stix

Rabbits are gone, the geese went south,
chico stix and rain water
through the tent lining, to much sweets.
I eat slowly, then
faster, till eyes closed.

next day, he woke me
to go ice fishing.
We never catch anything—
standing sentry,
caribou herd in my sights.

I’ll have cowboy steaks for dinner.
breakfast, lunch and snacks;
haul it back to the group.

Good thing . . . I hate sweets.

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