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Reggie Raccoon

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Apologies for the fuzzy photo. In the middle of the night, I took this picture in a big hurry through the dining room window while the Captain shone a flashlight at this guy from the deck. Seconds later the bandit was gone.

 

Reggie saunters through the yard,

Looking for a treat,

Doesn’t want to work too hard,

Tired are his feet.

 

Sneaking ‘cross the lawn at night,

Hears a spaniel bark,

Though he jumps up in a fright,

Tiptoes through the dark.

 

Motion sensor light comes on,

“Oh, which way to go?

Hurry, get across that lawn,

Feet are much too slow.”

 

Soon he comes up to a tree,

Ponders his escape,

Opens wide his eyes to see,

And his mouth’s agape.

 

No more danger, no more dog,

Woodshed is quite near,

If he makes it to that log,

Nothing more to fear.

 

“Yikes! What is that brilliant light?

Shining right on me,

Wish I’d scampered out of sight,

Up that big fir tree.”

 

“Nothing else to do but smile,

Hope the photo’s good.

Then I’m getting out of Dodge,

Right behind this wood.”

Author: wordsfromanneli

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47 thoughts on “Reggie Raccoon

  1. What a cutie patootie! Your poem was very fitting for the awkward situation this racoon got himself into.

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  2. Cute poem! Glad the raccoon didn’t stick around though.

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  3. They are cute but not in our gardens. The poem fits the picture very well.

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  4. Dear Anneli,
    great picture, funny words πŸ‘
    Have a great week to come
    The Fab Four of Cley
    πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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  5. Aww…Reggie is so cute! Great poem, Anneli!

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    • I think the motion sensor light surprised him and he wasn’t sure where to go. He is cute, but I worry that Emma might tangle with him if he’s still around where I let her out in the morning. We’re being careful of that.

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  6. Lately, I heard them called “trash-can Pandas”. I like that expression.
    Have a wonderful Sunday,
    Pit

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    • I’ve never heard it before, but it certainly suits, especially for city people where the raccoon food supply is limited. But out where we have a bit of space, the raccoons are more often after those great big beetles we have just now, or fruit on the trees, or someone’s garden crop. I guess they’ll eat just about anything. Enjoy your day too, Pit.

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  7. Everything about this post is darling–the poem, the raccoon, and the sentiment!

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  8. What a cute photo! I have yet to have one of these trash pandas visit me, it’s on my bucket list to get a picture of a raccoon…

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  9. What a cute racoon and a perfect poem to explain his predicament. πŸ™‚

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  10. Nice shot on the fly! Cute poem too.

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  11. Not a bad photo, Anneli, and a wonderful poem about that tiptoeing bandit. πŸ™‚

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  12. LOL, the poem is adorable and so is Reggie! This is quite the coincidence. I have never seen a raccoon here, but just this week the gardener saw two of them just sauntering through the yard!!! I guess it took the wash getting some water in it (monsoon times here)!

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  13. He looks like he is contemplating his life choices!

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