Raccoons Are Curious Animals

At night, all night

they prowl about,

Visiting campsites

one by one by one...

Seeking easy food;

free meals.

They sometimes open

garbage cans, coolers or boxes.

(I'm onto thier tricks;

store our food in the car.)

One, ever hopeful,

visits us anyway.

Checks our campsite thoroughly,

throws the dishpan on the ground...

(just checking, you understand.)

Next, with a clang, he opens up the water pail

and quaffs a hearty drink.

Finding nothing here to eat,

he visits further mischief:

Climbs upon the table top

scatters cups and mugs.

Phooey! Stingy campers here!

As a parting shot, he leaves

a footprint autograph

in my shower shoes.