The raccoons in the tree are endlessly fascinating.
Leave them alone, I tell my daughter.
Let them be, the mama will get nervous and move them away.
She moved into the hollow apple tree one night,
Bright eyes reflecting light in the afternoon of the following day.
When the two babies got a little older they all disappeared, leaving the
Apple tree to the previous tenant, who liked to store her knitting in the trunk.
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