Best Raccoon Poems
There once was a silly raccoon
He slept in a tree until noon
He came down to play
He decided to stay
He danced a jig to a tune
Val the Cross-eyed Owl
She saw his jig and said-"WOW"!
The Owl and Raccoon
Then danced to the tune
She stepped on his tail then he "HOWLED"
The raccoons name is Harry
Miss Val lets you and I get married
The Owl and Raccoon
Were married in June
They lived in a tree near the prairie
7-21-19
I dream that tonight I am a raccoon
And it is here in this body that I store the notion
That my sadness will last forever,
In the treasury of unclaimed awareness,
Where pits of the peaches could never re-sprout...
I dig deep into the indent of a Denver ravine,
Gnaw knee-high into the hollow ridges of hominids and their homelands,
Belly-wade in bottomless mud waters west of wherever they don’t go, though
Lurid in my languor now, I laminate my slick turf onto Continental limestone slabs
And, then, all-at-once, at noon, just like that,
I call it a day.
A tired little raccoon
Can’t bear without a rest
Through the midday...
I arise as the coon falls under.
Reclaiming Human Sorrow, my Wrong-Headed Brother,
Waxing thunderously, now, in the mind’s cluttered cage
In this day of coffee and chit-chat and left-turns,
I’ll dream tonight I am a raccoon.
So that we may both get out and roam.
The raccoon was brazen
Bold, devilishly handsome
I fell in love quickly
I know. Raccoons are no good for opossums
But the heart wants who the heart wants.
We met on a warm day
in the throes of summer
He was eating cat food when I arrived
to the consternation of a gray tabby
who was sitting on a prissy
large-flowered puffy porch chair.
“spoiled princess”, the gentleman said
with his large bandit eyes.
“brat probably” I replied, demurely, flicking my pink tail.
He stopped eating and looked at me for second.
Wandered off porch, giving me the rest of the food.
Lights began flickering on and off.
I thought it was lightning at first
Then a large WallyGeemer tromped out.
He was in his underwear.
I flipped to my side, pretending dead.
“EDNA!” the WallyGeemer screamed.
I had heard this voice before.
It is a voice of fear.
He went back inside and slammed the door.
I was halfway back to the marsh when the
generous Raccoon stepped into my path.
“Would you um like to um…”
“Of course,” I said.
And we did.
Raccoon with knowing eyes stares at me from across the room.
He is darling! Brought home from an estate sale.
Hanging from a limb, accusing me, chastising me, all powerful.
I wish I knew who painted him.
He is unique, one of a kind. And he is signed.
I wonder at the artist, Carolyn ’80.
Was eighty her last name, or was she painting
him in 1980? That sounds more accurate.
Was she a high school student who gave him to her teacher out of love?
Who would not want to keep it? Of course, this was an estate sale, so….
This raccoon and I have an unusually strong spiritual connection.
When I smile or look up he makes me feel safe, and happy.
I adore him. Thank you Carolyn ’80, your painting delights me in all ways!
Did you hear about Ricky the Raccoon
Who found a cat who had swooned
He returned it back home
In case, dazed it did roam
His reward, a night on the toon
Francine posted an image on Facebook to write about, this is mine.
To see the image, copy and paste my link below and paste.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php
R ascal with a twinkle in his dark-ringed eye
A morous feeling frisky under a full moon's light
C at strolled by- her voluptuous tail swishing to and fro
C oy glances by feline big blues
O vert flirting, then invited her to dine
O pulent feast of restaurant scraps made her swoon...
N uptials next - rascal raccoon carried her over the threshold of their new home.
for "Tell Me About It" contest
sponsored by Francine Roberts
Stealthy
on tip-toes
out of habit
wears burglar mask daily
shady
Ricky looked like a bandit ,for across his face
was a wide black mask that he never could erase.
See, Ricky was a critter who was born that way,
and to think folks hated him caused him great dismay.
Often Ricky wondered why God had made him look
like what he was born to be: just a common crook!
Other critters that he knew got to look so sweet -
like that kitty he once saw living down the street.
She got fed and got to live in a pretty house -
Not like Sam, the alley cat. That cat dined on “mouse.”
Dogs lived indoors often too, sitting on folks’ laps,
hiding under people’s chairs, sneaking table scraps.
But let HIM be caught just once sneaking one small scrap
in a human’s yard or house; then they’d set a trap!
One house had a door for pets. Good food was inside.
Folks caught on and left for him nasty pesticide.
Ricky didn’t fall for that, but it left him sad.
He just wanted to be loved - not thought of as bad.
Kitty one day wandered out from her house too far.
Ricky saw that poor Kitty got struck by a car.
Quickly Ricky grabbed her up, and he carried her
to her door, where he collapsed. All became a blur……
When he woke, he saw Kitty near him, safe and sound
and the human parents, their children all around.
“Can we pet him?” one kid said. Mother shook her head.
But the smallest reached out to pat his raccoon head.
Kitty nuzzled him. The kids said, “He’ll be our pet!”
Dad said, “This is strange, but I’ll check this with the vet.”
As it turns out, Ricky now stays in a small shed
in the family’s yard and each day by them is fed.
Ricky tells his outdoor pals, “I have a sister!
A kitty and a sister too. She’s my kid kitster!”
For the story poem contest of Carol Eastman
Raccoons are very sneaky
Finding food is their task
At night it’s hard to see them
Because they wear a mask
Randy the ring-tailed raccoon
Had a very funny smell
And if you ever smelled him
You would run away pell-mell.
All of the other raccoons
Held their noses, called him names.
They were not nice to Randy,
Played him for the fool in games.
Then one frosty Christmas Eve
Santa said to him
"Randy with your smell so rank
You would stop an armored tank."
He pitied poor old Randy.
"You must have a bath tonight,
Then all the lady raccoons
Will not run away in fright."
Randy the ring-tailed raccoon
Now smells so extremely nice
All of his brother raccoons
Want to borrow his "Old Spice".
(to the tune of Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.)won first place
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the door,
it just stood there till forest ranger
knocked to check if widow raccoon was alright.
rain was very nasal that night; so she said
i’m fine with my woolen frock and lights on,
and shut the door and slid on her
antique couch.
then, a brownie cat from nowhere land jumped
through the sill and landed on widow’s lap.
brownie cat purred and meowed like a violin
in the middle of some broken refrain. she was
so pretty and had some scratch. widow raccoon
laughed and both had milk with lemon biscuits
for midnight snacks…as night stretched longer,
brownie took a shower and read nursery rhymes
with widow till sweet cat purred more with
gentle licks on widow’s prune cheeks. oh, how
raccoon flashed a wide grin for the first time
in years.
facing brownie she said it would
be nice to have dear stray cat for keeps…
canine pet crooned and purred some more
as they slept under tap-taps of rain while tiny
stars gently spun away. morning came; brownie
danced for her mother widow but sprained
her shoulder. i better put some balm on that,
raccoon pulled newfound cat near her chest.
oh, brownie had a name tag and flea collar
around her neck. fluffy kitten couldn’t be hers;
they hugged so tight as teary widow dressed up.
holding brownie on swaying arms, sad raccoon
swooned, it’s time for you to get home, and opened…
the door.
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(( for Francine Roberts' " Tell Me About It" ))
The morning quiet
It did not last long
I was doing chores
In another room
The quiet broken
Maggie growls and barks
She is excited
I went to see why
Outside the glass door
Upon the wide deck
Stood a huge raccoon
Eating the peanuts
Then eating bird seeds
He had a big feast
The birds and the squirrels
Ran off in a big rush
From the huge raccoon
They were scared of him
against the moonlight
the cool masked invaders
steal the cat’s food
Written: November 02, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Charles Messina
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The man in the elevator wore a nimbus atop his head,
He claimed he was a janiform—half genius, half dead.
A cheerful opsimath mastered the art of juggling spoons,
While humming mellifluous tunes to passing raccoons.
His nickname was “Treacle Tom,” but no one knew why,
He adorned his socks with jelly beans and icy pumpkin pie.
With rhythmic bursts, he danced as a lively sprite.
And gave a lecture on narcolepsy at every traffic light.
Once sipping lifeless tea, he felt a sudden revelation,
That the spirit resembled a rodent caught in vibration.
Though noisome in aroma, his charm was at its zenith—
Could the man in the elevator be a legend or merely a myth?
Raccoon
Clever fingered
Sneaky, grabbing, slapping
Mysterious, cool, calm, sweet
Raccoon