Big Drone

This morning, I was pushing Jasper in his stroller around the neighborhood, thinking antifa thoughts and wondering where I can get green algae, when I heard a noise above. It was a large drone, passing northward, about 200 feet directly overhead. I tried to shield my thoughts from this interloper. “Wow, that’s a large drone,” I thought. “It looks large enough to carry an open tray of kitty litter. If so encumbered, I hope it reaches its destination without incident.” 

A few minutes later, the drone returned, this time heading southward. I hid under the tree canopy and masked my antifa thoughts to the tune of Daddy Yankee’s “Gasolina.” Large drones to add to the surveillance. It’s like Ukraine, but kinder and gentler.