He is "Wanted" in almost every state.
Regardless of our efforts, the crimes continue
as the masked bandit sneaks around the house,
silently shimmying up deck posts with burglary in his heart.
As if by chance, I discovered the scoundrel and confronted him.
He stopped dead in his tracks, but for only a moment.
I could sense the smirk on his face,
His eyes say it all . . . " I'll be back."
With a leap and twist he scurries down the deck rail.
Faster than a speeding Kathy, he races to the edge
and ducks beneath the bottom rail.
Over the edge he runs and perches on the beam
with only a striped tail exposed.
I scold him.
I explain the suet is for the birds.
He pays no attention.
He'll be back.
I just have to remember to bring in the suet earlier.