A streetlight runs its fingers across the ridged skin
of a white wicker giraffe in a storefront window.
The night shows its belly to the dawn
as silvery floods of fish glitter on the front lawn of the bay.
Further north, it’s grunions getting sand in their gills
and even further, a red-tailed hawk shot through the head
with a nail gun, balancing itself on a telephone pole
as the animal rescue squad readies a very, very long net.