Saturday 28 December 2013

That Raccoon That Raccoon Part 2


To the door I’d skipped
To see where he had gone
A flash of a furry tail, into the laundry
Through that hole in the wall.

I slept rather well that night
But rustled ‘tween my sheets
I dreamt of my mysterious little friend
And when we would again meet.

Woken by the song birds
Sun through the window a trickle
Sandman in my eyes, he was
What is this feeling so fickle?

Rubbing the dust from my face
I saw perched to my right
The book open at once upon a time
It must have been a dream last night

“Once a upon a time” ?
I thought as I poured my cup of tea
What a funny thing I felt
I was sure I met him and he had met me?

In the garden I seated
Amongst the viney greens 
To start a tale once told in time
‘Tween the moon and the sunlight seams.


Eyes sewn to the dawn
T’ward the end via the middle
When a furry bit of furr flew out
From a page marked with a riddle

The wind softly whispered
In the tree a rustle of leaves
I sat quiet as quietly could be
It was a game of hide and seek

Looking up and all about
Something took me by surprise 
There he was sitting propped
Amongst flora in diguise

Reading on together 
We sat in the story swimming 
Dancing in the paragraphs
Afloat the unknown beginning.

> Wolf