A lone raccoon
huddles in the fork of a tree
as the shadows of dusk grow long;
it struggles in fear
as explosions perforate the silence
it once inhabited without terror
without panic.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Based on an actual event from last night that I witnessed in a tree in my back yard as my neighbors set off their fireworks. The poor creature!
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Comments1
A celebration turned panic for those that don't understand. Well written
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