Friday 20 December 2013

That Raccoon That Raccoon Part.1


He got inside he did,
Tried to swat him with the broom.
He smiled at me cheekily,
As he scampered to my room.

How did he get in here? 
Did he come through a hole in the wall?
Maybe the crack in the corner?
Or did I leave an open door?

The chase was on, 
On the desk I did hop.
All the books on the floor they fell, 
He squealed as I did; to no stop.

I opened my eyes, 
To a silent sound.
Where did he go? He’d fallen motionless, 
I 'm scared as I looked around.


I kept myself sitting,
On the vintage wooden table.
I had to wait for my little friend, 
So I began to read a fable.

It was all that was left, 
All the rest had fallen off.
Stranded I sat and cleared my throat,
Uh humm, uh humm I did cough.

I hoped he wouldn’t notice, 
That I was trying not to notice him.
But he knew very well what I was doing,
And he stayed silently dim.

With a sighing realisation,
That I’d have to have some patience. 
The first line read, then the next,
A chapter I’d made an acquaintance.

With a slight turn of the eye,
Saw my friend peep his nose.
Still I kept on reading,
I knew now he was hiding under my clothes.

Chapter after chapter,
I found myself lost.
In the pages, between the lines,
I forgot my legs, and they’d turned to knots.

As I shook my limbs,
And stretched out my book arm.
I found my little friend sitting staring,
On the bedside next to my alarm.

He said hey there,
With eyes big and round.
He tilted his head as if hinting,
Why did you stop reading, I liked that sound.

I smirked with a smirk,
And he smirked right back.
I read on with the tale smiling, 
This creature has warmed, my voice had a knack .

We sat with silence,
Only with word of this book.
He sat over there on the ledge,
Me on the table tucked in a nook.

As my tired eyes lulled,
His did too.
It was enough for tonight, 
The owl was outside in a coo. 

Paws tucked under his chin,
I moved and stepped on the chair.
Looking his way wondering,
Will he run? He is giving me a mighty stare.

The carpet touched my toes,
Goosebumps layered my back from the cold.
He sprung from the bed, down the hall; 
Even though there was more of the story to be told.

 -Wolf