Tuesday, December 30, 2008

and would not scare

it wasn't a skunk, but a raccoon posse. "a pack of bandits" is what my mother would call them. soft and fat, the fur up close, the ringed tails, the clasping paw-hands, half-cat, half-bear. I left a shiny black bag full of trash outside our door; I planned to take it out, but I forgot.

1 comment:

Elka and Peter said...

They're all bastards! One of their brethren was responsible for Ozzie's bleedingness and bite wounds last spring.

is this real?