Wedged tightly into a crack
between the porch eave and the house
he waits for his dusky cue
and ventures out.
Invisible during the day, with only guano to betray
his hideout.
Not threatened by our plastic owl
nor perturbed by poison –
he has staked his claim.
We lure him to a wooden box
nestled in a nearby tree,
but close enough to reap
the buggy benefits of our yard.
But this nocturnal neighbor
won’t be fooled by new construction,
preferring instead, as we do,
a clapboard classic.