The critters got my trash last night
Left it on the deck
forgotten
Till the ones with night shine
in their eyes
feasted between
cat litter, coffee grounds
chicken bones and wraps
A lovely chore to start the day
before sunlight and my coffee
picking through the mess
What I really want to do
is plant
tomatoes, spices, squash, and
Packman broccoli
things that grow
delicious
in sunlight

I suppose that raccoon
feels the lucky, yucky same
about good fortune of my trash
Same
about the moonlight
that he dines by