The sick raccoon
with faded colors
didn’t benefit from Gideon’s bible
or the Jehovah’s that stopped by
yesterday to save our souls.

He wasn’t wearing his mask
when he stumbled into the trap
and his belly suffered from the mange
in his fur coat.

Josey says “buzzards gotta eat
same as worms,”
but they won’t eat poor Rocky.

Yet, he wasn’t ready to die
because death is not a thing
for a raccoon.
It’s just the way of nature.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He is now becoming earth
sinking into the spring mud
from which he came.


About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face and is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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