what I remember best
is the raccoon
lying on its side in the gutter
full grown, but lean
like a rangy teenager
with the ugliest grimace
I have ever seen
on its smashed muzzle
as though it had whirled
to face the death
rushing down on it
and had died
trying to scare it off.
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