She remembered when she first saw him off in the distance with three of his male friends. He'd climbed a birch tree near a tall fence to sneak a peek of any potential materials on the other side that they might grab later that night.
With her female friends they once almost entered his territory in a cornfield at the edge of town at sundown. She'd noticed his strength and quickness in picking the fresh sweet corn, but she and her friends turned around and ventured elsewhere to pick, lest there be an encounter.
There was the one time when he approached her in the moonlight when she had been gazing at her reflection in the pond at the historic park in the middle of town. At that moment the attraction was almost instantaneous between the two of them, but as he followed her across the busy street they met a joint deathblow by a speeding oncoming car.
Photo of a raccoon looking down as he straddles a white branch of a birch tree. |
Oh! Tragic.
ReplyDeleteIt really was.
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ReplyDeleteI'm guessing your "oh" was from when you saw the photo at the bottom. :-)
DeleteVery sad. We occasionally see that here.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason there have been more than the usually number of road kills for raccoons this year.
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ReplyDelete* a compliment... I read this first as one visual, then, with the prompt of the photo, the other perspective.
ReplyDeleteA very engaging Six no matter how one chooses to read it.
Thanks, Clark. I was hoping to try something a little different, and it sounds like I was successful.
DeleteIt was such a warm and cosy story until the last line! Excellent Six.
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Poor things!
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