Caitlin’s performance poem concerns a raccoon:
Guts of a terrorist, he sneaks into the silent street,
A shadow in the night.
The devil himself, he stalks upon an innocent mouse,
and pounces with ferocity.
Feasting on his freshly caught prey,
he rips the flesh with razor-sharp teeth.
Thoughts of a villain, he walks along the pavement,
a snarl painted across his face.
Like a squirrel, he scurries up an unforgiving tree,
claws digging in and clinging like velcro.
As cunning as a pirate, he spears a pigeon,
and licks the blood that dribbles from its back.
Mind like a ticking clock, his laser eyes scan the leaves,
and he jumps from his perch and hits the ground.
Brains of a pure genius, he memorises his way back home,
and walks back to his den.