I heard some clunks against my eastern wall.
I woke but turned and soon returned to sleep.
Nocturnal yardmates sometimes race or sprawl,
and often use those drainpipes as they creep
from roof to fence to deck to hunt, by crawl
or pounce, and fight or scavenge for their keep.
This morning I saw remnants from their toil –
a trail of crumpled shards of kitchen foil.