a poem for a rainy thursday. . . .
Raccoon at the feeder, swaying and chowing down on sunflower seeds. Now and then his snout pressed against the window as he tries to regain his balance. Dirty paw marks on the clapboard. Now the clatter of two of them chattering on the lawn, a sort of barking, although they look like small bears, the big inquisitive eyes, ears a bit like a panda in the darkness.
A prose poem by Allan Cooper