I and Kuhn and little Muldoon down to Log Lake did wander cool was the mud betwixt my toes and the sneezer did tickle my nose I and Kuhn and little Muldoon to the water’s edge did we gander the air we did sniff and persnuffled the breeze how our fur it out truffled I and Kuhn and little Muldoon thinking back it raises my dander there a floating log opened its eye and snatched up Muldoon passing by I and Kuhn without our Muldoon ran back up the bank of the lander I will never endeavor to swim with the likes of a log such as him! © Poem and Photograph by Jilly Join us over at dVerse! It's Spring ! In the voice of this little raccoon - I happened to be there when he lost his sibling to an enterprising gator at Circle B Bar Preserve near Lakeland, Florida. Turns out that raccoons are into rhyme and meter - who knew.