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| Coon's Racoon by � coondogk9 He snuggles close to me each night, His mother he presumes. Gets all settled, comfy, His nap he will resume. His fingers always searching, In my pockets an everywhere. A tear in the cushion, or a tiny hole, He really doesn�t care. Curious he surely is, A mess at times I know. But still he is my friend, Part with him!!! I don�t think so!!! A million things the years we�ve had, Continuing I hope. Intelligent and very smart, Except for eating the soap. He loves the water, but hates a bath, A battle we always have. Scrambling for the rim, but I grabbed him at last. I didn�t search at all for him, Someone robbed the nest. I took him and cared for him, These years tell the rest. I didn�t call them stupid, But selfish I would say. Of all the four they gathered, Mines the last to stay. All alone and miles away, Harming not a soul. In the tules away from here, So young not even bold. Ecology and natures ways, Upsetting I suppose. But I knew he was helpless, He deserved more we know. I made a promise to myself, To care and do my best. I did it and I�m proud, I also passed a test. Other stories I can tell, Later on I may do it yet. But now I�ll let you think on this, Let nature make its bed. The masked Writer <o.o> |
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