Feasted on discarded gooseberries,
two young raccoons
fled like seabirds
up the thorned blacklocust branches.
A half-moon sunrise over a carcass
with horns and entrails. Three buzzards
hover: red surprises.
All eaters: wary-eyed, devouring.
Way up north, you could drink from the lake
dip your tin cup from the gliding canoe.
Hoo hoo hoo hymn the doves, mourning as always.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 3.
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