Today's poem

[radiantfracture]

The raccoons are fight-dancing, upright,
with outraged, horrible noises.
The night is illegible,
the streetlights dead staves.
You move into each orbit of darkness
like an extinction.

Time the storyteller is tired.
She begins many stories
but loses track of the endings.

What will happen to the angry raccoons?
In the morning, count the cats,
count the birds, count the worms,
count the earth.

No doubt we will find all the endings
in the end.

Comments

[kaffy_r]

Raccoons do seem to have only a few attitudes; curiosity, belligerence, and irritability. I suspect wise cats steer clear of them.

The night is illegible,/the streetlights dead staves./You move into each orbit of darkness/like an extinction.

I truly like these lines; they're elegant.

Thank you for sharing the poem.

[shewhomust]

I like this one! Something about the juxtaposition of 'Time the story-teller' and the angry raccoons...

[sovay]

The night is illegible,
the streetlights dead staves.
You move into each orbit of darkness
like an extinction.

That's great.

[agoodwinsmith]

Yes. Thank you.

[yarrowkat]

i love that first stanza especially

[sabotabby]

Yes, excellent (and I get to use my raccoon icon).