a rusted hubcap

i went out to the back steps to smoke a stale cigarette. my head pounded from the cheap wine. there was a dry grey lump on the concrete. i poked it with a kitchen match. it crumbled apart. packed mouse fur and a tiny yellow skull. a splinter of a jawbone. some owl sat on the roof last night. it kept the meat and puked up the rest. i flicked the skull into the weeds. it landed next to a rusted hubcap.