It's a shame to be misunderstood―
humble unkissed smile,
penchant for wearing black and white,
too often mistaken for skunk.
He's not annoying in the least,
in fact, badgering is welcome―
the fondness for nocturnal burrowing
Just because he says he hates society,
doesn't mean he wants to be shunned,
like his crazed weasel cousin.
That world-weary cynicism
is only a form of charming self-defense―
he simply enjoys romantic places,
and can see best at night.
Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem.
|illustration by Helen Ward|