Night Shopper Poem by Ima Ryma

Lady of the evening, I
Am Ms. Raccoon, shopper who is
Checking out freshest trash supply
Left by those humans, who, gee whiz,
Do trash a lot of stuff each day.
And so I go shopping each night,
Through loads of garbage make my way,
Picking out this and that delight.
I try to shop real quietly,
So as not to have humans hear,
And come forth to interrupt me,
Busy being a raccooneer.

In human trash I ever seek
Treasures that meet my high critique.