At the end of my last of three midnight shifts, my forecast published, waiting to brief the morning crew, I took a sticky note and – marker in hand – wrote, “DO NOT REMOVE.” I affixed it to the forecaster’s briefing counter, off to the side. Shift over, I bid the Air Force Weather station a three-day’s adieu. I was proud to serve as a Combat Weatherman (able to tell you it will rain tomorrow, and then kill you).
My personal unit motto – rejected by my superiors – “First to See, Last to Care.”
Refreshed by my break, I entered the station ready for a day shift. After the morning briefing, I reached over and removed the note I’d left so long ago. My commander nearly shouted, “It says, ‘DO NOT REMOVE’!”
“I know. I wrote it.” Said with a smile.
A confused look. “Why?”
“I was fishing for a coyote among sheep.”
howls keep the moon up
no peace, sleep or reflection
sign of the joker
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Posted to dVerse Poets Pub for Poetics: Real Life Humor.