VIRTUS RATOON

Dogs roam, hovering over fences, climbing slides to rest

Raccoon dogs do too

Run along the bark of trees and fill their bellies

Ponds breeze faint sounds of paw prints

Walking steadily over twigs

Collapse softly into mysterious brisk air

Listening to violent cries roaring past the speed limit

Into the crevices of mankind

Opposite ends of this trench muddies

Ugly fists fly at a nearby traffic light

Such appreciation mingles in the fallen leaves before evening dusks

Animals of such caliber possess caution

Magic sake, half drunk blending with towns folk

An encounter expecting clumsiness

An offer graceful as it were given

There is hot blood in the dancing leaves

The one moment

Profanity in the next

Whimsical sandbags glow during nightlight

Tail bushed, paw locked in, teeth arching the tongue, bristles form against a sea of fur

An urban tell tale varies independently 

A raccoon dog dividing one stream 

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