Skunks

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I share the yard with 7 skunks, I think.
I know they’re polecats but they’re hard to count.
I see them out at 4 a.m. – they slink
and romp and by their tails the kits amount
to 5 or 6. They’re cute. They rarely spray,
conserving their repellant for the threat
from dogs too dashing eager to give way,
who even after dousing will forget.

I freaked at first and told the skunks to leave,
but as I live and read and learn their ways
I like them more and more I do believe
my time among the skunks are holidays
compared to other trespassers of late –
it’s raccoon packs and ’possom shit I hate.

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