raccoons in the trash

a raccoon
has stumbled out
of the woods
and found the gathering
of white trash
bags set out for
tomorrow's pick up.
another
raccoon joins
him. they slowly
pick through
the broken
bags with small
child like hands
decorated with long
curled nails.
they stand on their
hind legs, making
them tall and fat,
almost prosperous.
their whiskers
are straight
black sticks
below their bandit
eyes. they don't budge
as you approach
to put your  bag down.
cautiously
you drop it near
the curb,
keeping your eyes
on their eyes,
like gunslingers
out in the street.
as you back away,
you point to your
bag and say, hey
that one has chicken
in it, still warm too.