Last night I was sleeping the sleep of the just when I awoke to the sound of murder in the garden. It was one in the morning. I gathered my sticks and hobbled to see from my window what the heck was going on out there. I couldn't, so I called to the able bodied and asked him to have a look. I was told to go back to sleep as it was raccoons having fun! I went back to bed but sleep, no. The noises were impossible. Shrieks and moans, squeals and screams, with horrid grunts and snorts and a very fierce wuffling sound. It was also a ticket selling event as the thumps and wallops of the excited observers on the roof scrambling for better seats attested. The din was utterly impossible and went on until two then stopped dead. Perhaps the beasts were dead too. One could only hope! By then I was more than wide awake so on went the light and out came the book. I got back to sleep as the dawn chorus started tuning up. It's going to thunder tonight, perhaps the hot date will be postponed. More than likely the racket the storm makes will keep me up.
We need a house in the country. City beasts are far too loud.
3 comments:
i hope the rain helped put a brake on all the excitement.
I do like your vivid description of the noise, it really does it justice.
Nothing wakes me up out of a sound sleep like raccoons *ahem* carrying on--I can't stand the screaming noises--another reason I am thankful to be in a high-rise!
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