Raccoons
Has it ever occurred to us humans to ask
What raccoons think about underneath that dark mask
Or the reason they live on municipal land?
It can't possibly be a real pressing demand
For our half-eaten pad see ew takeout debris
They are quite smart enough not to need you or me
My best guess is they long for domestic routine
So they creep through back alleys of restaurants to glean
What they can from our ritual dishwashing ways
And they memorize moves with their shrewd beady gaze
When they're next to a river and caught in plain view
They will shyly audition to move in with you