Cries

A true story, told many years later.

Late one autumn night,

I heard some cries outside,

and was therefore beckoned

from the thought-woods I reside.

Onto my deck, I stepped,

to investigate the sound;

two raccoons attacked a third,

and the third was losing ground.

The victim scampered up a tree,

with an attacker right behind,

one attacker stayed at the ground,

none paid me any mind.

Down an ever-thinning branch,

the victim crawled to live,

pinned by two attackers

on a branch about to give.

Then, they noticed me all at once,

but only two could become more afraid

so both attackers ran off in fear

while in the tree, the victim stayed.

For minutes, we each were still and stared

into each other's bewildered eyes

And I questioned if the raccoon

could also hear my cries.