That trap__
Shouldn’t have
Checked it before heading
Off to church, but we did.
No groundhog but worse,
A skunk, hind leg clasped
Firmly, stared with beady eyes
As we approached garden’s edge
Standing there in our wool
Suits knowing it inhumane
To wait, Uncle Ralph said,
Sam, get the gun.
Meaning, of course,
An old Remington 22
By the fireplace_
The double barrel
Was fetched instead.
Uncle Ralph glanced at his watch,
Shrugged his shoulders,
Reluctantly accepted the shotgun,
Turned, aimed and fired,
We’ll take care of it when we get back
For one eternal hour
Seated in the pews
Of that small church
An uncomfortable congregation
Imagined the sulfurous
Stench of hell was upon them….
We feigned innocence,
Knowing it was really upon us.
-Wayne H. Swanger
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