BEHIND THAT DOOR…?

On rounds he has a fear,

One door from which may appear…

Out of the dark

A skunk on a lark,

Who may not want him right there.

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The outer door’s often open,

When the chiller machinery’s groping…

For every last breath

Of coolness til death,

In warm weather, screams like it’s choking.

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I once saw a pigeon in there,

Staggering in despair…

Because of that sound

It seemed death-bound,

I imagine it was really scared!

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So unless skunks wear ear plugs,

I’m not likely to meet one who shrugs…

Off all that noise

With regal skunk poise,

He’d rather dig for grubs and bugs!

–Jonathan Caswell