Little Beasties’ Escapade
Raccoon, Armadillo and Possum set sail
In a galvanized bucket, the teeth of a gale,
On the reservoir lake in the midst of the night,
Under cloud-obscured stars and without the moon’s light,
For they were on a mission requiring the dark,
At imperative speed, wildly searching the spark
Of a glimmer ashore on the lake’s farther side,
Where they’d scramble the banks and find somewhere to hide–
And what was their mission, to act like scared squirrels?
Escaping, of course, from the amorous girls
Of the possum, raccoon and ‘dillo persuasions.
Run and hide’s all one can do on just such occasions.
Art-Colored Glasses 
What an adventure.
🙂 Mandy xo
A bit of playtime for the little kid in me! 🙂 xo!
If this be true, how ever will there be baby raccoons, armadillo, and possum?
A very good question! One I would think applies equally to the human race, as when we’re young we tend to go through that phase I anthropomorphized here with a certain predictable regularity. 😉
Loved both the poem and the picture!!!
Thanks, Dennis! I had fun with them both, as you can perhaps tell. 😀
Priceless Kathryn style, literary & pictorial…
😀 If I had one, I’d be wagging my tail now!