Note: A long time ago, Matt told me I should post some of my poetry here. Inspired by my recent brush with raccoonery, I thought I’d post this poem I wrote at college.

Night Leaper

Black eyes glisten like the first cup of coffee
In the flashnight, caught midlight.
Shocked superheroes retreat,
Garbage bag battle bandoned—
Who was that masked…thing?
Wolf fur and a tail from Dr. Seuss.
Dainty washing, As Good as it Gets.

Glint of life flitting road-side,
darting hideward, or holeward, or roadward—
oops
Stiff and rotting, gloved hands held high
The hero greeting Death.