Hungry

I was walking down my home street
the streetlamps reminded me of U.F.Os
passing over head
shining eternally for those who need guidance
when out of the corner of my eye
I saw a trash can fall over

my startled heart could've been confused for an olympian the way it
raced
and skipped after that moment
what came crawling out of the can caused a different reaction

a Small Bandit
eyes cloaked in a natural mask
holding scraps of food from meals of yesterday
taking its time to eat and walk

in my hypnosis
I dropped my pen

the Theif turned
dropped its treasure
and stared at me
panting with terror

we locked
species away
in the unfortunate similarity
that we both needed to scrounge for food

this moment
lasted for about five minutes
until the Furred Robber picked up his snack
and walked off

I remained where I was
stunned at my realization
as my identifying with a Racoon
wondering if it would better in a cap and gown
than I

my New Friend had their life figured out
had every meal planned

and I was on my way home
pen on the ground
Hungry