Three Masked Bandits
Three Masked Bandits
written: by Miracle Man
11-20-2019
I entered into sleep,
with three young “coons” prowling.
I awoke this morning,
with a face that was scowling.
On the patio,
a sealed bucket of pecans I’d left out.
This morning I found,
half eaten pecans strewn about.
“Coons” do what they do,
sometimes inducing my frown.
When chased from their habitat,
they just moved to town.
Sometimes I take pictures
of these shenanigans before dozing.
They seem happy to oblige,
as three masked bandits posing.
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