…You motherfucking raccoon 
Not for breaking into the kitchen 
Through screened open window 
Not for spilling cooking oil
All across the laminate 
Not for trying to stare me down
When I commanded you to leave
Not for laying on the porch railing
Looking back all smug

But for this rage
Rising in my chest
If I can feel this for you
I know I can feel
White hot poker passion
Once again