December 15th, 2010 / 6:14 am


Tonight I was at the house of a friend whose house I’d never been to before and there was a noise in the back yard, and my friend said, “Want to meet the raccoons?”  So we went to the back yard.

They were watching and waiting for food

They were like fat prairie dogs wearing mascara.  (“With little people-hands,” you probably just thought to yourself.)

Their numbers grew.

the teddy bears having their picnic

They seemed friendly. We threw them food.

polite swarm

If they were to turn against me, I’d be afraid.

the formation

I feel curiously invigorated.


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