last week at the airport long term parking lot
the frogs were chorusing from
the remnant patch of marsh
squeezed beside the off ramps.
spring is coming, soon they sang
the next day at the white house
i saw a squirrel dart between
the iron fence at sixteen hundred
pennsylvania avenue.
he gripped a big chunk of bagel
in his mouth and no secret service men
or snipers tried to stop his scamper
up a winter naked linden tree.
a starling twittered hopefully
from his perch
on the frieze above the entrance
of the federal trade commission
back home on sunday evening
our neighbor's cat is crouching under
the ancient chevy truck across the street,
then trots across the pavement
on white booted feet and ducks beneath
the battered honda, mouseless for
the moment, but, the evening is young.
the raccoon siblings
squeeze out from the storm drains
to munch on snails and earthworms
hiding in the dandelions and lavender.
i wonder, how the hell did they get on this island?
walk across the bridge from san francisco?
or did they come from oakland?
stowaways on trucks?
i know they didn't swim.
and what about the skunks and possums,
all these midnight scavengers rummaging through
the trash cans for chicken bones and cookies.
a crow lands on the roof top with a credit card in his beak?
no. it 's a mini ketchup packet and he knows how to open it.
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