Animals of the Adirondacks

(Today's prompt was to write an animal poem. Living where I live, one animal could not possibly suffice.)

After winter, the night noises rise
as windows break free of weather-proof seals
and soar open.
Frogs chirp.
Owls screech.
And the coyotes that run along the riverbank laugh.

The hens in the coop tuck themselves into balls of feather and silk,
and curl their toes around roosting poles,
their bodies only partially asleep.
The pullets and cockerels nestle indoors in balls of fuzz,
awaiting the feathers that will make them bold, bright, and resilient.

The skunks prowl harmlessly through the last traces of snow,
searching for friends, whom they greet
with their odiferous perfume.

The cats claim talents as hunters at the top of the feline food chain,
but in reality they prefer to be fed in a bowl.
A soft bed of blankets or towels
beats the alley life
by a long shot.
But then the skunk prowls over the deck
and the cat's midnight vision goes on high alert.