Masked Bandits

Any animal that wears a mask
I honest to God cannot trust.
I caught three of those thieves
Commiting unarmed robbery
In two of my garbage cans.
I arrested them for the theft
And those raccoons surrendered
And held their hands in the air.
Coming to my saner senses
I didn’t press any charges,
And now I leave them
Plates of food every day,
And they no longer have to
Tip over my garbage cans.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, walk 2 hours daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023.

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