I
Hear, this little voice
That says,
Set me free,
from this awful place
It’s such a disgrace
Set me free
So, I can go rummaging
Through the trash
As, I ask
I’m just a Racoon
who wants to
torment you
With my burglar mask
For a face
With claws as sharp
As a knife
So I can climb,
high up in the trees
So you won’t get me
As,
I laugh,
at your face
High up
in the tree
Saying, you can’t get me
For I am the Racoon
Who never leaves
Until you cut
This tree
The park ranger
then catches,
me
puts me in
this awful cage
That I wish,
you’d set me free.
For I am the Racoon
that never leaves
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.



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