Raccoon in the Attic

Peter Gates


I was somewhat in a panic.There's a raccoon in my attic.
Tappity-tap-tap, nails on floor boards, something abhorred.
Hav-A-Heart trap in the attic too, Unused, not once abused.
Raccoons in younger years I thought so cute and adored.
I sit here now, listening, hearing pitter-patter, not a bit frantic.
Just idly thinking to bait the trap, now calm, away goes panic.
Maybe tomorrow I' will deal with the critter, Today lazy, bored.
Of procrastination I am guilty, found so as myself I accused.


Once adorable were the critters
Those same eyes, now I dread
Their fangs and claws that prick
They tip toe in my attic
Friend or foe, I’m too late
to confront, trap, or terminate

  • Authors: Pete (Pseudonym), Parisab
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: June 20th, 2023 04:00
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
  • Invited: Friends (users on his/her list of friends can participate)
  • Category: Nature
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