Key Appreciation

Once I saw a raccoon running off with my keys,
so I chased but I tripped on a stack of CD’s.
Then I felt like a pineapple cast on its side
with my will on the dole due to loss of my pride.

O but I was not want to let ‘coon have the clout
even though I had worn formal underwear out.
(‘Twas a Halloween party with Calvin Klein brief,
and my prone-like position was just short of grief.)

So I picked myself up and I started to gain
on the thieving raccoon in a light autumn rain.
We buzzed right through the door to the sidewalk below;
(how he got in my house--to this day I don’t know.)

And the speed at which he who had robbed me outright
would have not been believed, but I had perfect sight.
Thus the gain that I had when I went to pursue
was erased by raccoon when exigency grew.

Now although he outran me along with his take,
I saw him disappear in the woods by the lake.
And I knew that my chances were slim as a sigh,
yet deep down in my heart I knew I had to try.

It was not very long before I saw a stump,
and when I saw the keys it made my spirit jump.
For it was like a time when your spine feels a chill,
or a new baby’s cry, or the joy of a thrill.

When I picked up the keys I continued to win;
it was like all the hues of a rainbow poured in.
And then every known green was made green all the more
as my spirit found nature like never before.

I regarded it all and I savored it fine;
then I started to leave but I brushed by a pine.
There I saw the raccoon, and you might think I’m odd,
but I swear in the silence he gave me a nod.

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