On Poetry Phriday, the Politick and I each write a poem on the same topic but without knowing what the other person is writing about. This week's topic is: Raccoons.
Adorable pests, those 'coons.
Bold, bright-eyed, and bane of many a suburban homeowner
The cause of many an inside joke among friends--
The song of the purple face
The raccoon under the bed
(Hello, Raccoon Boy)
Furry little bandits of the night