Ekphrasis for the, very much alive, raccoon beneath my dog last night in the southwest corner of the yard

[much snarling, spitting, biting, scratching]


the mate bails over the fence. "Clyde! No! Leave it! Drop it!"
[more snarling, spitting, biting, scratching]

I am in my stocking feet.

Finally, release is achieved the raccoon is rapidly up the tree and gone.

I tow Clyde by the scruff inside.

Later the dabbing of minor facial wounds.

I scraped my knee on the tree.