Five-thirty a.m., and I step
outside for the newspaper,
not four feet away
a raccoon sits like
a paunchy Buddha,
smiling as only
liars and sick
animals can.
I toss a half-eaten
bacon between its legs,
Pick up the paper,
back away.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Five-thirty a.m., and I step
outside for the newspaper,
not four feet away
a raccoon sits like
a paunchy Buddha,
smiling as only
liars and sick
animals can.
I toss a half-eaten
bacon between its legs,
Pick up the paper,
back away.
