Raccoon Whisperer
Tell Me Your Story
There’s no story, whoever you are.
I’m the raccoon whisperer; I tell no lies.
It started over twenty years ago when I met a raccoon.
He looked smooth, cute too; a nice fella.
I called him Rascal except that he turned up to be different.
I fed him at least three times every evening and night.
I stayed with him until he left to go home.
One evening he brought his little ones.
That’s when I figured he…