Raccoons Anonymous

It’s 6 a.m., not quite first light, as I run towards daybreak.

Suddenly I hear a screech, like a car careening around a corner, but of course there are none since the park is still closed. A couple running ahead of me hear it too as the three of us briefly look both ways, not breaking our stride.

There it is again.

I look up and see two immense raccoons fighting on the top branch of a huge tree, a third, smaller, scurrying down.

A family, I decide, the kid knowing he better get the hell outta there if he knows what’s good for him.

Yeah, I say, go visit a friend, relating to parents swinging at one another not caring who gets hit. Run don’t walk, I yell, wishing he could really hear me.

Bet the father’s a drunk and the mother, stupidly trying to reason with him, like any true al-anonic. Every time she approaches him, he slams her again. Wow, I think, how familiar is this?

I want to yell, you both need a meeting…AA for him, Al-Anon for you, ma’am, knowing how much it would help her, but can tell, the way she keeps trying to negotiate with her drunk, that she’s still a victim not realizing, she’s also a willing volunteer.

The kid is smart, unlike me at his age, not hiding under the bed, knowing enough to protect himself at all costs. Maybe when he does venture home, they will have slept it off forgetting the names they called each other and how she got those brutal bruises and blacker eyes.

 Nature, I think, she’s always up to something, as dawn finally rises in the East.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to Raccoons Anonymous

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, your ability to project is extremely entertaining. I hope the little bugger went to a friend’s tree.

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  2. Animals are so fascinating to watch. You get a lot of interesting sights running in the park in the morning.

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  3. The picture you paint was not quite as funny as it may have been. Memories hurt the present so much.
    Scott

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  4. You find drama, even in the tree tops!

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  5. AND ….. with the dawn calm arrives for the new day.
    Isadora 😎

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  6. Ahhhh … yes, A Season, A Reason, A Lifetime.
    I can post it to your sight if you’d like but I.m sure Google has it somewhere. ~~~ : – )
    Have a wonderful Friday 😍😎

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