“A raccoon came by”,
She sniffed,
Eyeing my bird feeder
From behind
Dark glasses.

Despite
Her masque,
I could see her gaze
Trail instructively
Over husks
Thrown carelessly
By sated sparrows.

“They’re attracted by those seeds…”
She offered again.

“I haven’t seen the rat yet,”
I said,
Eyeing the gnawed trellis
Separating
Our garages.

Continuing to sweep,
I feast on thoughts
Of hungry mouths
In hidy holes
Of neighbours mouths
And tidy homes.

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