At Dawn I Stare Down a Raccoon from my Back Porch*
November 8, 2015
At Dawn I Stare Down a Raccoon from my Back Porch
The tallest fir behind my house
hides many dark abodes.
One morning a masked bandit
shuffled out onto a limb.
There in the bronze light our eyes met.
The ancient hulk of shadow and needles
bowed him toward me, pushed up by a lake breeze.
A wisp of fog slipped between us.
When it cleared, he had gone.
I have not seen him since.
. . . . .
*Copyright 2015 by Eric Lochridge. Broadside illustrated by Christian Smith.