On A Breezy Night Poem by Kay Bressner

On a breezy night last June,
walking by the dunes,
hummin' a tune;
the new moon

Appeared a bit spooky and
I started feelin' kinda woozy,
then, suddenly I heard a loud 'Atchoo'
- that giant sneeze coming from a raccoon!

Who, into a hanky, he blew
before he did resume
eating with a spoon
from a blue dish
of chicken soup.

I thought I had gone loony; for
how could such a scene be real, truly?
but next the creature spoke directly to me;
a bit rude he was, actually

He said 'what's a matta 'you;
ain' you neva seen a raccoon
slurpin' soup wit a spoon? '
well, I was stymied, mystified

so horrified and tongue-tied that
by the time he inquired,
'Ain' you got nuttin' to say,
you silly human lady? '

I had fainted, clear away;
and, when I came to,
on those dunes,
beneath that moon

No where did I see
any trace of a raccoon;
pondering the episode,
I was puzzled

In many ways, rather troubled,
thus I began to head towards home;
as I did so, nearly tripped upon

A bunch of leftover noodles
in a blue bowl