Last Fall on the Blacktop
The audience for these shenanigans is made up of serious looking, black suited, pointy faced corvids. Perched on low-hanging power wires, they look like bobber weights deepening the scallop between worn T-poles. But they are observant and focused in their beady-eyed attention, watching my progress carefully. Which nuts my tires smash is a matter of significance to this crowd, for they have placed them with forethought.