Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

my woodland raccoons

he rummages through my trash at night
scurrying off in mist of daybreak
I rarely catch his masked face,
but sometimes glimpse his striped tail

he brings the family, they scavenge together
slapping each other when a cracker is larger than another
I watch them and laugh, they are entertaining
my woodland raccoons

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Darlene De Beaulieu September 19, 2024 at 11:36 AM Hello Caren, Do your raccoons come to your trash often? Keep the garbage lid on tight. Hugs. /Darlene/ Darlene De Beaulieu September 20, 2024 at 10:53 AM Hello Caren, You pay for your own dumpster! Your dogs weigh 116 lb. ! Wow! Well at least you have nit seen any racoons. Hugs. /Darlene/ Caren Krutsinger September 20, 2024 at 5:20 AM they used to, but now we pay for our own dumpster and we have two dogs who weigh 116 pounds - we have not seen raccoons lately