Falling In Love With a Raccoon

The raccoon was brazen Bold, devilishly handsome I fell in love quickly I know. Raccoons are no good for opossums But the heart wants who the heart wants. We met on a warm day in the throes of summer He was eating cat food when I arrived to the consternation of a gray tabby who was sitting on a prissy large-flowered puffy porch chair. “spoiled princess”, the gentleman said with his large bandit eyes. “brat probably” I replied, demurely, flicking my pink tail. He stopped eating and looked at me for second. Wandered off porch, giving me the rest of the food. Lights began flickering on and off. I thought it was lightning at first Then a large WallyGeemer tromped out. He was in his underwear. I flipped to my side, pretending dead. “EDNA!” the WallyGeemer screamed. I had heard this voice before. It is a voice of fear. He went back inside and slammed the door. I was halfway back to the marsh when the generous Raccoon stepped into my path. “Would you um like to um…” “Of course,” I said. And we did.