The Peripatetic Animal Phobe Home Alone
Yesterday, I jumped up on my bed
And heard a scratching overhead.
Had I heard this sound before
Perhaps a’scratching on my door?
Ghosts of road-kills from the past?
I got down from my bed real fast.
I fell upon a cold hard floor
And scurried fast right outside my door.
There they were six feet or more
Rockie Raccoon and his sister Lenore.
Coons you’d never chance to feed last
Whether in the attic or on your grass.
So now I’ll sleep a’standing on my head
While Rockie and Lenore scratch in my bed.
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