The trap looks more like a doggie cagethan a device for capturing wild animals.Yet we got us a raccoon, not bad for a first try.
To explain, we're no bounty hunters.But he'd burrowed under the house,
Enough about flowers and sunor the robins that sing tra-laLet’s hear it instead for pickles,the ones that reek with garlicto make the Reuben come out just right.
Barely the size of a mom-and-pop store, the façade was a stately assertionthat learning is made of serious stuff, the scent of importance, reverence, rank,confirmed by each stamp on the yellow card.
The thrust of a leaf through the brown-crusted grass,a shudder of wind through a sheer mountain pass,coyotes that howl as the moon skirts the trees,sharp memories of laurel or pink peonies,the patter of raindrops on broad fields of corn,