09/11/2024
A poem by Bandit: (me)
River run, river flow,
Trickling, bubbling, always on the go.
Fish swim, crayfish crawl,
In the river, a feast for one and all.
With my bandit mask and clever paws,
I dip and dive, in search of claws.
A tasty morsel, a sweet delight,
The river provides, a true raccoon's delight.
Under the moon, in the still of night,
The river calls, a raccoon's flight.
With a splash and a dash, I'm off to explore,
The river's secrets, forevermore.
River flows, a glistening sight,
Reflecting stars, in the city's night.
As I scurry, along the shore,
Trash cans tip, with treasures galore.
A plastic cap, a tin foil feast,
Half-eaten bread, a raccoon's retreat.
Amidst the river's gentle sway,
Trash turned treasures, a raccoon's buffet.
Under the moon, a stealthy prowl,
In search of treats, a raccoon's growl.
While the river whispers tales,
Trash brings the riches, of raccoon entrails.
River wild, river free,
A raccoon's life, full of glee.
No walls, no cage, just endless space,
To roam and thrive, in the river's embrace.
I fish and forage, with cunning skill,
My raccoon life, a true free will.
Under the stars, a river's song,
A raccoon's spirit, forever strong.
The city's hum, a distant beat,
My river home, a wild retreat.
With trees and sky, and endless nights,
A raccoon's freedom, a wondrous sight.
River wild, city tame,
A raccoon thrives, a pet's claim to fame.
Paw to paw, a different track,
A raccoon adapts, a pet falls back.
I forage and hunt, a natural knack,
While pets rely, on their human's pack.
In the river's flow, I splash and swim,
House pets stay dry, with fur so trim.
Through storms and strife, a raccoon prevails,
House pets retreat, as nature travails.
With cunning wit, and a coat so sleek,
A raccoon survives, in the river so meek.
So let us roam, in nature's way,
While house pets lounge, in the human's sway.
Walls of concrete, cages of steel,
A shelter stands, a somber appeal.
Within its grasp, a world contained,
Furry friends, their lives restrained.
House pets yearn, for a loving home,
In the shelter's grip, they quietly moan.
The river calls, a raccoon's domain,
But in this place, freedom's bane.
Yet hope persists, in volunteers' eyes,
A chance for pets, to win the prize.
Adoption day, a joyous sound,
As house pets find, their lost-found.
For raccoons like me, the river sings,
A wild abode, where freedom rings.
But for those within, the shelter's care,
May they find love, in a home to share.
