I don’t begrudge raccoons a chicken now
& then, but when they want one every evening
It’s live trap time. One night I caught a sow
So fat it took a spell of heavy heaving
To load the trap for relocation.
I trucked her to the lake three miles away.
Untrapped, she made a nonchalant migration
Through swampy vines to where I hoped she’d stay.
A fortnight later I heard a stir out back
& set the trap once more. I found at five
I’d caught the same old sow again, I think,
The same in attitude and oversized
At least. This time I sprayed her tail bright red
Before I dropped her off. Enough said.