When we don't know

January 29, 2020

I watch the racoon

make its way wobbly

across the road

People give it girth

afraid it might be disease struck

when it passes I see

it is hurt

skin and fur on its shoulder blades

is missing

and there is blood

This is what happens

when people are afraid of something

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