An Ode to Campus Trashcan Raccoons
I approach the building with an armful of books
My back aches, my confidence shook.
I near the can that holds the waste
And hear a sound that I can’t quite place
Is it leaves caught in windy swirls?
Or a family playing, a family of squirrels?
My mind drifts to the things I need to do
Not much time for an auditory breakthrough
I trudge on, face to the ground
But a sense of something turns my frown
into a smile as I glance towards the barrell,
It’s a raccoon! My dear racoony friend Carol.
Carol the Coon, have you not heard?
She’s the queen of the night, and I am her nerd
She resides in the cans by the main library
Eating and dancing and just being merry
It is quite ironic that she wears a mask
Because it is usually us humans that take up that task
But Carol has nothing to hide
She revels in emotion, she loves a good cry.
Sometimes I think we should all be like Carol
Have tiny black paws, and be a bit feral
Because you don’t simply see a trashcoon
A trashcoon sees you. It sees you real soon.