Midnight Callers

I heard them on the porch. They crept up stealthily, like ninjas. Not wanting to be heard, initially. Their breathing was so loud, it woke me before I noticed their scurrying. They scurried like Small, heavy, hundred pound baby bears. I peeked at them from behind my curtain. Started to count them. One, two, three, four, at least five. I wondered if the little ones Would survive. The largest ones were mean and aggressive. They slapped each other’s hands as it reached for the cat food. Lots of screeching. Not ninja-like now. Angry if anyone else wanted a nibble. The biggest one was not sharing even one tiny sand-like crumb with the little ones. Their mother? I hope not. If so, she should be ashamed of herself. The little ones began to busy themselves trying to find Crumbs of crumbs of crumbs anywhere on the porch. She was not sharing. I felt sorry for the little beasties as I watched them hunt in vain While maybe mom feasted in front of them. Slurping wildly, and rudely. If this was their mother, She was giving them more than a bit of a hint To stop following her and find their own food. They followed her off the porch As she left, fat, satisfied, and selfishly full.