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Lynn was swimming alone that morning in the warm pool,
the August sun sizzled on the ceramic tiles;
what a relief was the breeze from the palm trees...
she loved to read curled up in a beach chair, it felt so cool.

Florida was a paradise compared to Long Island,
there she saw raccoons much bigger than cats;
there she rested easy without any outside threats,
and being too relaxed, her ears were deaf to sound.  

Lynn loved to read good novels, not thrillers that intrigued;
from a stack of books she pulled out her favorite classic,
and being romantic at heart, a lover of romance in a modern age,
she turned pages, a reader seeming more intrinsic than
Scarlet wearing those southern belle gowns that her admirer
loved to see when her beautiful face turned radiant and warm.   

A noise startled her, and thinking of cats, she didn't bother to look;
it become a groan, a scratching noise, it sounded like a hungry squirrel,
she ran into the kitchen and jumped on a high chair holding her book...
" What could that thing be? It emitted groans and had a very bad smell! " 

Lynn panicked, she left her cell phone on the folding chair outside,
and fearing a rabies bite, she remained in a curved-up position
with her body drooping, she looked down to see the intruder; 
soon her fear would become too horrific: the slowest moving raccoon
entered through the sliding door she forgot to close minutes before.
The ugly creature looked up and seeing nothing move, swindled
on his shorts legs and climbed up the table to gorge on red apples.

An hour went by, but the raccoon was still starving, terrified Lynn
wanted to scream and jump off hitting the raccoon in the head
with the book she was holding...it could have been a weapon;
that was a dangerous thing to do, never attack an animal:
be it a dog, a wild pig, a raccoon, or a hawk looking for food.....
her mom told her when she played in the backyard back in Melville.
She heeded the warning  and waited until the raccoon left;
Lynn's horrible experience taught her to stay very calm above ground,
waiting patiently and not giving into fear, it took a great deal of courage.
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