A gang of raccoons gathered
on the back porch. You gazed down
from the second floor bathroom,
decorated with carefully hung pink towels
with embroidered big-eyed purple kittens . You let out a groan,
because it was just so precious—the cleanliness
of the marauding bandits washing their hands
in the cat’s water dish. A holler alerted your housemates to
the adorable scene, they rushed over with dry cat food.
Giggle’s erupted as you “made it rain.” You fools!!
The raccoons were washing their hands
of Mr. Wiggle’s blood—their bellies were already full,
but they would try and make room for the deceased cat’s food.