(for Gay Morgan, raccoon feeder extraordinaire)
I see them scurrying up the driveway
as I pull in—two fat-bottomed girls
who’ve been munching on the dry food
on the porch bowl, because I expect
that the night visitors will find
whatever the neighbor cats don’t.
You can come back now! I holler in
their direction as I get out of the car,
seeing a black snout poke out from
under the gate to the backyard.
I’m going inside!
I smile at their little footy prints
as I step onto the porch, the precise
toe placement and the invisible heel,
as if the artist didn’t quite finish
the impression, the long toes like
a calling card from the wild
reminding me that I’m not the only
animal who lives here, that it’s
important to share, and to be
kind to the neighbors.
Tat bottomed girls, long toes like exclamation marks, little footy prints, You can come out now I holler. Love this poem and photo, Jan!
Thanks, Jan! I’m glad you like those phrases… this was a fun one to write!