Half a week

we raccoons

have

raided your:

cabinets and

refrigerator and

grandmothers refrigerator and

all the

little containers

you leave

lying

around and

your jewelry boxes.

 

We gather around

your sitting

room table

and

divide up

your valuables.

 

boxes open

our hands pass

broaches

and

necklaces.

 

with love

we stash them

away

and

adorn them.

 

We make our way

to you sitting

hand them to your

weathered hands.

you tell

stories

of their origin

and

pass them on

to our

nocturnal hands