A raccoon swipes my keys. |
Once I saw a raccoon running off with my keys, so I chased but I tripped on a stack of CD’s. Then I felt like a pineapple cast on its side with my will on the dole due to loss of my pride. O but I was not want to let ‘coon have the clout even though I had worn formal underwear out. (‘Twas a Halloween party with Calvin Klein brief, and my prone-like position was just short of grief.) So I picked myself up and I started to gain on the thieving raccoon in a light autumn rain. We buzzed right through the door to the sidewalk below; (how he got in my house--to this day I don’t know.) And the speed at which he who had robbed me outright would have not been believed, but I had perfect sight. Thus the gain that I had when I went to pursue was erased by raccoon when exigency grew. Now although he outran me along with his take, I saw him disappear in the woods by the lake. And I knew that my chances were slim as a sigh, yet deep down in my heart I knew I had to try. It was not very long before I saw a stump, and when I saw the keys it made my spirit jump. For it was like a time when your spine feels a chill, or a new baby’s cry, or the joy of a thrill. When I picked up the keys I continued to win; it was like all the hues of a rainbow poured in. And then every known green was made green all the more as my spirit found nature like never before. I regarded it all and I savored it fine; then I started to leave but I brushed by a pine. There I saw the raccoon, and you might think I’m odd, but I swear in the silence he gave me a nod. 32 Lines |