Peach Pie

 

 

raccoons hover around the

electric fence sparks jumping to

whiskers, the smell of ripe peaches

pulling them closer, a growl and

dash under the porch shrieking in

frustration calling the dogs

barking to the back door,

pushing the screen door open

they rush the raccoons

snarling at them, at each other

while the smell of peach pie

fills my kitchen and he happens

to wander in to tell me he loves

me I know his tricks.