Steven S. Walsky
A Raccoon Odyssey
The sky was starry
and the moon so bright
the tent inviting
after a day of fun and hikes.
So it was easy
for an eleven-year-old's eyes to close,
a restful sleep
hoping to unfold.
Then past midnight
in the dead of the night
awakened by a rustling
a sound not right.
Slowly my eyes adjusted to the dark
I did not
move with a start.
A raccoon was there munching
on Oreo cookies left out,
soon to use my face as a pillow,
so I did not shout 'get out'.
What seemed like hours
and the raccoon did amble
away at last.
Without even a thank you,
but who was I to complain,
I lost a few cookies,
but my face was the same.
(A Raccoon Odyssey, copyright Steven S. Walsky 2013, all rights reserved.)
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
We had a great day and it was time to say adios to the stars. Being tired from all that fun, it did not take long to fall asleep. Sometime after midnight I was woken by a rustling sound inside the tent. Being well versed in vampire and extra-terrestrial movies, I knew not to leap up. I slowly opened my eyes. And there in front of my face was the rear end of a raccoon; a big one.
The raccoon was apparently about to enjoy the Oreo cookies I had left out next to my sleeping area. With cookie in hand, the raccoon backed up and started using my face as a pillow. I knew not to move; as the last thing I wanted was for the obviously comfortable critter to swing around and rip my face open. Thankfully my breathing did scare — nor deter — the raccoon from its snack time; so I remained motionless for at least seventy-six hours…OK, about two minutes…until the varmint had its fill and waddled away.
I learned two things that night, don’t keep food in your tent, and raccoons do not say thank you when they eat your food.
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