Crickets tonight
as I sit on the couch
yesterday it was a bird call
as I walked back from ultimate frisbee
what tomorrow?
a deer
or rabbit
or squirrel
or two big furry scary raccoons
making their way to our front steps
ravaging the Cape Cod Chip bag
and the other bags
on the steps
I slam the door once
to scare them
then again
those bold buggers
come up closer to the door
and I keep it closed
scared
scared of furry raccoons?
They do look squeezable
but I watch them from inside
take a photo through the window
to show the kids
Connor who later says,
Why did you walk away?
or the kids' buddy who points and says,
Hey, look at the paw prints!
because he's right, there they are, those little raccoon prints
going up our front stairs, all the way up to the door.
But now I've cleared the steps
so no raccoons tonight
to scare me or
keep me company
just me
and the crickets
learning how to be alone
how to be together
letting out our sounds in the ways
we know.