A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
Images come to mind
When hearing of the
Rapacious
Voicing travail
Over the far less
Enfranchised
Sensing unfairness
And daring to speak up
About it.
The little scrill
Blatantly
Swimming upstream
And into waiting
Mouths;
Some blame the prey
Who fatten
Them
For their lumbering
Weight.