I have a very heavy heart this week. You see a raccoon family have made a home under our shed this spring. We’ve lived in our house for about 15 years, and have never had this happen before. We’ve seen the mom and dad brazenly roaming the yard and neighborhood for weeks in the late afternoons/evening. They don’t appear to be afraid of us, which has made everyone quite nervous.
The mom had a litter of three kits, we believe, as they made their first appearance in our backyard on Wednesday evening. I discovered them after there was quite a loud ruckus outside and then the overwhelming scent of skunks. I learned later a group of skunks was roaming from yard to yard and they must have sprayed these poor kits.
In the morning, I went to pull out of my driveway and felt, as well as heard, my car hitting something. I closed my eyes and begged for it to not be so. Alas, it was as I had feared. One of the babies had been underneath my car, perhaps seeking shelter for the night, and didn’t scramble away as I beeped my car when unlocking it and starting the engine. It’s sweet masked face will haunt me for days to come. My dear friend, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, has felt the pain and sadness of the loss of an innocent animal’s sweet life, so I have shared her Baby Raccoon poem with you this week.
Mary Lee at A Year of Reading is graciously hosting this week’s Poetry Friday. Why not join us there and spread some poetry love!