Visitors Poem by bob barci

Even with the window open,
the room was warm and reeked of late summer heat.
I needed a porch sitting
to cool me off before getting a good night’s sleep.
Street lamps and a full moon
made the night seem brighter than it actually was.
From the porch
I enjoyed the cool evening air,
watching the late night traffic go by.
I leaned forward
to rest my elbows on the porch’s brick railing.
Something from the corner of my eye
made me turn to look.
To my surprise,
four huge cats came walking by, single file.
I wondered if they were friendly,
and got their attention with a “Here Kitty”.
Startled,
they stopped and looked up at me.
To my surprise,
these weren’t cats, but raccoons.
They stared at me briefly,
before running back the way they came.
Several times they casually walked back,
would look up at me, and run back.
Finally, they just ran across the street into some bushes.
Don’t know what they did over there,
but they didn’t come back,
at least as far as I know.
But, I’m on the porch every night now
looking for some late night visitors.