The sun's almost up over the hill,
and four young raccoons, their shift nearly over, forage under the bird feeder,
their busy legs still wet from a romp in the birdbath.
They look straight ahead,
their small hands in constant motion as they grope for another morsel,
a black oil sunflower seed that the birds left behind.
A slight disturbance sends them scrambling up the nearest tree,
The sun is up, the night crew gone, and the day crew has started their shift.