lie low until dusk,
and then peek
out ready to explore.
you hear
them at night,
making love,
or talking in high
pitched voices.
tussling in the woods
you see them
in your headlights,
the white beam
against their
glassy eyes.
they
climb
the fences and pry
into cans
we've set out,
their hunger,
like yours,
perpetual.
they get along so well
when
we're not
around, then retreat
before
sunlight.
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