For the longest time, three raccoons were at each other in a vicious fight, clasping onto the flimsy branches of the huge tree outside my window. It was nighttime and this was before I retired for sleep. They snarled, growled, whimpered and screeched in opposition to each other. https://www.instagram.com/p/B-UDtp_A8j3/?igshid=19nk0zmokjbsh
I first of all saw them from below, at street-level, watching them and happy for them—happy for them being healthy and alive. They kept up their noises of
