Pesky Raccoon
In my trash I saw her one day
Going through my cans
Why me I had to ask
And I hollered while she ran
She sped there fast away
And I picked the pieces up
Her image in my mind remained
And I resented her very much
She had a weakness for leftover sweets
As she sorted through the food
I sprinkled some pepper on a treat
But she ate the pepper too
One day I saw her in a tree
With cubs I did not know
I was moved and put some dog food out
With each a shiny bowl
That day something changed in me
And I didn’t despise her there
She had a family she needed to feed
And I was moved to care
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Author:
w c (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2018 01:28
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Comments2
Good write wc. Ain't seen any raccoons here. Foxes maybe! lol
Hi orchidee. Just the opposite here. There are many raccoons and few foxes.
Great write
Thanks Tony. Glad you enjoyed it.
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