Raccoon Riot

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - InForm Poet - Stornello
Italian tercet, 11 syllables per line - aaa end rhyme

The raccoon now faced garbage cans with locked lids
Outraged, he climbed to deck, ravaged plants, and slid
off, mischief done like a spoiled get-even kid.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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