By the pond in my backyard. I thought it was alive at first. I thought about rabies and it startled me. I ran away, back toward the building. But when I thought about it, the animal . . . if it were alive, it would have run or attacked me long before I ever knew it were there.
So I went back, and got more and more bold and so I got more and more close to the raccoon. It looks like it died at the door of its home, outside the door of my home.
10.17.2006
under the willow tree
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