Let your imagination take flight as it pedals along with... well, whatever happens to catch my attention!
Great little "Mister Racoon" poem, Jinksy. Welcome to Grandma's Goulash micro-fiction...
I like your clever poem. At least Mister Raccoon didn't shred any of the trash bags! He has a lot of self-control...lol!
Hi Jinksy! I didn't know this would be you. What a great surprise. And you used my favorite word: "Botheration"! I love it, and love your poem.K
Cute poem. Methinks Rocky will hit pay dirt elsewhere. Those raccoons are great little scavengers.
I think Mister Raccoon is prone to exaggeration. He may have struck out here, but his plump sides say that starvation isn't too likely. lol I enjoyed your fund an poetic microfiction.
Now a goat may have felt differently. K.