Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Ode To Little Raccoon In the Ditch

I found you yesterday
Little raccoon in a ditch
I wondered what I could do for you.
You were stiff, and covered with snow.
If I gently brushed you off, would you return to the land of the living?

My snow brush might be too harsh.
I went through my garage, hoping you would know
I was not planning to leave you there.
By yourself for long.
Upon my return, I felt gratitude from your heaven spot.

Weirdly, I was half expecting your eyes to open
And afraid of a big raccoon hug
But when I started gently brushing you
I knew...
Your body had not been used for months maybe.

I put you gently back into your resting place,
And gave you a little prayer,
And gave myself a little prayer
That in the summer most of the
rest of your fur self would be gone.

I did not want to smell 
Another carcass
Remembering the spring 
I discovered, Shark, the cat's kill room.
Found the hard way on the first warm day of spring.

You would be added to his collection if he found you
Little Raccon, so go back to heaven.
Worry not about this deteriorating body.
You are okay now.
Probably better than ever actually.

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M. L. Kiser February 22, 2019 at 12:56 PM The poor little guy. My late sister once had a wild racoon eating out of her hand on a daily basis, when she lived in Florida. They can be quite sweet. Caren Krutsinger February 22, 2019 at 3:14 PM They are hilarious to me, with so many personalities it is wonderful to watch them interacting, slapping each other for crackers and crumbs.