Karla, this is belated. Your birthday has passed, but this poem is for you.
A Poem for Karla, her birthday, and for one day finding Mexico
Long, long ago, before humans built skyscrapers and kitchens and small packets of hot sauce, skunks ruled the world.
Well, skunks and raccoons ruled the world. Creatures with spunk. Creatures a little bit stinky. Creatures with delicate, delicate fingers.
The fingers, you see, are very important. Raccoons once built cars and airplanes, developed medicine; they worked microscopes with their tiny, particular fingers, toggling everything just right.
Skunks were the fashion police - only black, white, and a touch of gray allowed. Otherwise, like the poor poison arrow frogs so full of red and orange, you'd get a jet of noisome up your nose (and skunks so thoroughly doused those frogs that poison arrows became death to everyone!)
As skunks and raccoons grew older they grew into the simpler things of life. Food - raccoons love everything. Family - skunks are dedicated. They left dominating the world to the creature they found most resembled themselves: Human.
We have delicate fingers, too. We love food. We have family everywhere.
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Karla, this is belated. Your birthday has passed, but this poem is for you.
A Poem for Karla,
her birthday,
and for one day finding Mexico
Long, long ago, before humans built skyscrapers and kitchens
and small packets of hot sauce,
skunks ruled the world.
Well, skunks and raccoons ruled the world.
Creatures with spunk. Creatures a little bit stinky.
Creatures with delicate, delicate fingers.
The fingers, you see, are very important.
Raccoons once built cars and airplanes, developed medicine;
they worked microscopes with their tiny, particular fingers,
toggling everything just right.
Skunks were the fashion police -
only black, white, and a touch of gray allowed. Otherwise,
like the poor poison arrow frogs so full of red and orange,
you'd get a jet of noisome up your nose
(and skunks so thoroughly doused those frogs
that poison arrows became death to everyone!)
As skunks and raccoons grew older
they grew into the simpler things of life.
Food - raccoons love everything.
Family - skunks are dedicated.
They left dominating the world to the creature they found
most resembled themselves: Human.
We have delicate fingers, too.
We love food.
We have family everywhere.
Oh, Kyle Raymond, by the way!
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