Sweet Deceit of the Silent Night
Poem clarification: I am a farmer and this poem is about a racoon that was flipping the lids of my feed barrels. This is no easy feat to the point that i didn't even think it was possible that a racoon had the strength. This was a BIG racoon. It took almost two months to catch him. Never encountered such an adversary. I've caught red foxes easier, and they are they slyest of the woodland critters. Finally got him with a chicken head and a sticky bun!!!!!
The trip plate was baited with sweet deceit
Covering conformity to the bitter truth
Bit by a mouth with an adumbrated tooth
White lies are being strangled
And are turning an asphyxiating blue
My dying eyes are fixated on you
Salivating over prospects of tantalizing morsels
Both of us are blessed with a fine-tuned sensitivity
Feathered footsteps fall on the steepness of your declivity
No longer will I get to meddle in your affairs
The silent night does not listen as I cop a plea
To the trap door that has fallen shut behind me!
Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2016
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