Raccoons She just waits to eat Pays me no mind She sifts through seed For treasures to find The crunch of nuts Dried fruit so sweet On our deck at night Is where raccoons feast And use a birdbath To clean her hands and feet Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related