A Muskrat Is On My Porch Today
A muskrat is on my porch, sneaking around.
I have caught a glimpse of parts of it, but today I saw it.
In its ugly wholeness. Except maybe it is not a muskrat.
There is no ugly muskrat-like tail.
It is as big as two rats, big ones, and it has dark fur.
The fur looks a little scruffy. It is short and fat.
I did not see its eyes, but I saw its corpulent body as it ran.
Not off the porch but toward the screened in porch where it lives.
That is great news, as this is where the dog-door is also.
It is not a muskrat anymore, because I looked it up.
It is a groundhog, which might explain the burrow holes in my porch.
I have put a live trap out with oranges, but it is too smart for the trap.
I said to my husband, why are the dog and cat allowing this to be here?
They get too much food, he told me. They have their little friends.
I looked at the opossum and the raccoon, feeding on cat food.
“Is that right?” I asked them. They both sneered, ignoring me too.
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