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
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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.
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Nice tale about Little Muldoon. I wonder how animals feel who witness such tragedy.
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Damn that log; just as I was enjoying Little Muldoon. Was the log a gator? Was Muldoon a tiny dog?
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Gator had a raccoon snack and we, unfortunatly were there – camera in hand. Nature has many sides. This Preserve is a marvelous and sometimes frightening place.
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I so enjoyed the tragic ballad Jilly ~ A delight to read tonight ~
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Alas for the fate of Muldoon! It was such a happy little rhyme until you and Kuhn lost Muldoon!
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Yeppers. I’ve seen gators snatch up critters before – disquieting! But your poem was a true gem. Poor Little Muldoon. smile.
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Disquieting is a good word for it. Good thing I’m philosophical about how nature works!
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As am I.
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It must have seemed kind of scary as the gator ate Muldoon. Sure lets you know you’re not watching Animal Planet from a safe distance at home. I loved the rhyme scheme. It seems kind of Victorian, cool!
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Victorian! I like that 🙂
Yes, it was a bit spooky. Gators are their own cool & creepy thing.
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Much fun
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This reminds me of the old nursery rhymes that sound so jovial despite the tragic endings. A wonderful cadence and I love the use of the word “persnuffled”.
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Thank you! I am steeped in the nursery rhymes, so it often comes spilling out. glad you caught the essence.
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Me too! I have to sing them for a living.
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Awwwww. Sweetest. Love this.
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Nature has a rule of food chain… poor little Muldoon
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this is so dramatic…in the beauty of joyful rhythm of life (and this poem) tragedy strikes out of nowhere…poor little Muldoon 😦
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Gator’s gotta eat too.
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Was not expecting that! A cautionary tale…
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Well, if you are a raccoon… 🙂
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Such fun to read. This would make a wonderful children’s book.
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Thank you for stopping by!
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Late to the reading and loving this! Who knew raccoons were rhymers?? Those little masked bandits 😊
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