IT’S FINALLY DEAD!
The raccoon is spread all over the street
Must have been a truck that hit it
It was always wrecking my garbage bags
Trying to find food at night
As it pulls everything out
Causing the flies to form
There’s a wake of turkey vultures flying about today
Choosing which one of them
Would get to feast on the corpse
As they circle it in the grey sky
I guess, I should remove it to the green bin
It’s a female
And I can tell it’s mother
As she is big in the belly
I took a plastic bag and covered my hand
Grabbed it and folded it into the bag
Then opened the lid
And put the dead raccoon inside
Closing the lid with tears in my eyes
Even though, I was bothered my her
I wish she wasn’t dead
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I like how your compassion shows through this poem. Though this creature cause you problems you still wish she hadn’t died, that tells me you’re a kind soul. tfs
I can relate, I got sad when I hit a squirrel, they just dart all over the place.