Poem – My Raccoon

I have a new friend. He is a raccoon.
He comes in the night. Under the cover of the moon.

He comes around every night at the same time.
He teaches me about his unique paradigm.

He calmly waits at the sliding glass door.
He knows that I have no ability his sweetness to ignore.

I crack open the door and put out some cat food in a bowl.
And he gratefully accepts, though still on patrol.

His favorite thing at the end is a slice of cheese.
He patiently waits for it while lying down with ease.

I talk to him, and he looks curiously at me.
He seems so sweet, but I know to let wild things be.

But everyone deserves a bit of help sometimes.
I offer that up, even to those who appear dressed for crimes.

~Suzanne Wagner~