night. the windows stay open and the night sounds drift in on the darkness. the raccoon family who nests every year in the hollow tree in our side yard, are our noisiest neighbors lately. they scuttle around the porch and through the front gardens on adventures. and it drives edgar crazy. the other morning i let him outside at dawn because he just wouldn't stay inside. and he went bounding across the yard....something i don't ever see him do anymore. i stood at the end of the porch as he circled around the yard in the silver morning light. and the baby raccoons, 4 of them, clung to the lilac bushes swaying. making their way towards the big hollow tree and their cozy little nest to sleep through the heat of the day.
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