Raccoon Poems - Poems about Raccoon

Hawaii is the place, raccoon decided, loving the idea of course He sold his farm, plow, tractor, combine, goats, pigs and horse Ran to Hawaii to sit on a pink beach and enjoy the sand He said to his mixed drink, I have found the promised land! The mixed drink began laughing and could not stop. You have not seen...

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sunday at grandmas big hubbub in the kitchen raccoon intruder...

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he rummages through my trash at night scurrying off in mist of daybreak I rarely catch his masked face, but sometimes glimpse his striped tail he brings the family, they scavenge together slapping each other when a cracker is larger than another I watch them and laugh, they are entertaining my woodland raccoons...

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I was walking the other morning as I do most every day when up ahead I saw a car stop in the middle of the street…then quickly drive away. I didn’t think much about this as I was enjoying the stars, the planets and the moon until I realized that car…had run over a raccoon. I thought it was...

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I sit on your garbage can and fiddle with a knob Your back door shakes a bit, I search for a corn cob Smash goes the lid to your aluminum garbage can I am the man, I think now, I am the man! You are in your kitchen, terrified to see that knob Slowly move back and forth; my cousin...

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Purple raccoon decided to plan a surprise party. He asked me for my advice, all hale and hearty. Then I discovered it was for me, he is no smarty. Is it a surprise? I asked. He nodded. A surprise party....

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I thought Santa wore red, the crow said to the owl. Regular Santa, but this is raccoon Santa, the owl hooted. What does that mean? Watch and learn. In a few minutes raccoons began following Blue Santa. His costume was trimmed with white fur, but it was periwinkle. Almost a purple blue. The raccoons followed him to the middle of the pasture. He...

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In the Dark I stand motionless Staring across the moonlit landscape We are together but I am alone My thoughts consume me The silence and isolation comforts me My heart quickens as the music starts A solitary howl piercing the night air A crisp baritone shattering the stillness Then silence and again the night possesses me My ears strain against the quiet Anticipating another chord Suddenly...

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Always together, they played Never alone, lost or afraid, They trudged through the woods And all the surrounding neighborhoods, Piercing the darkness with shiny flames, Their eyes never revealing their names. Always together, they delighted In the games – wonderfully excited, They plodded on through the night Beneath stars and moon so bright Carefully seeking the best garbage cans, With paws that were suitable for hands Always...

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Roary Raccoon was dazzling in his orange banded witch’s hat. Are you now a warlock? Asked his nemesis, Mr. Busybody Cat.. Roary’s loud sigh was not enough hint for this big buffoon. Whose yowling is annoying every night next to the moon. I am a stylish raccoon, Roary informed him in his plain way. I can be an astronaut, physicist...

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Jerico the raccoon lived in the land of cherry blossom buds. He enjoyed his corn, spaghetti, and well-cheesed up spuds. His flatulence had a marvelous effect on the flowers so bright. An aroma that stayed with these beauties all through the night....

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Debonair raccoon had his pick of women of course. He found them in the barn, cuddling next to the horse. He liked them Rubenesque, reddish and round. They gravitated him sleek and slick, marriage-bound. The horse got jealous when Debonair took them away. He liked female racoons. Many of them “made his day”. They were eager to please, and their sense...

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I saw a raccoon in the garage on Monday and Tuesday. The same raccoon or two different raccoons? I have no response, because I am unsure. The next time I find one in the garage I will give it a hat. Make it a bonnet or a cap. Or possibly give it a vest or a belt. That should do it,...

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Lilies were aghast at the new hybrid. She was freckled with orange spots. How dare she! They whispered. Some tittered. Until the garden club ladies appeared Oohing and praising “spotted medallion orange”. Now all the lilies wanted to befriend her....

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Ruskie the racoon Saw the moon Started to cry Knowing the critter had to try Defending some one's lie From stars it did shine Onto the untankful line A planet in the night Trying to be bright Giving off enough light Wearing a bandit mask...

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