Racooning

Suburban stillness, silent sleep
Enwrapped in slumber sweet
The weary world in midnight deep
So desolate its streets

Two gleaming eyes in lamplight’s glow
Creep closer to the home
A bushy tail, a nose held low
A creature born to roam

It dashed across the lawns and found
A can of scrumptious trash
And splashed in kitchen garbage mounts
A feeding frenzied thresh

And when it was quite satisfied
It licked its whiskered snout
To sneak on further into night
Along its walkabout

There stood a tree so peacefully
Its branches on a roof
The would-be-thief, so carelessly
Atop the tiles did goof

He spied the chimney’s steep incline
And scrambled up to stare
Into the deep dark hole so fine
That gave him quite a scare

He tumbled through the tunnel’s chute
And landed on his hind
Stared startled, scared and full of soot
Up at the canine kind

A war broke out in wild despair
The black striped stranger fled
Up curtains, sofas and the stairs
Then hid beneath the bed

A vacuum cleaner of a nose
The dog stuck in the space
His master woke and then arose
To finish off the chase

A hulking human with a bat
Pursued him ‘cross the floor
Then pointed to his habitat
Beyond the kitchen door

A rough good-bye midst canine drool
Was all he gave the coon
Then shouted some suburban rule
To not come back too soon

In silent slumber lay the street
Beneath a silver moon
Enwrapped in visions not so sweet
There watched the little coon.