In the shadow of the moon <br />reminisced an old raccoon. <br />Oh, those days when his own dad <br />went ballistic, later mad. <br /> <br />All because his wife had tired <br />of her husband's much admired <br />prowess in their birchwood bed. <br />News soon came that she was dead <br />causing junior to become <br />rather partial to good rum. <br /> <br />Yes, I know, your brows just lifted <br />as your thinking brain has drifted <br />to this inconsistency. <br />Rum for coons? How could this be. <br /> <br />Let me tell you doubting reader <br />did you know each horny breeder <br />and their habits day and night? <br />If you don't, go fly a kite! <br /> <br />How would you, a simple wanker, <br />small town janitor or banker <br />be aware of what they do <br />truly, you don't have a clue. <br /> <br />I have met (though it was risky) <br />elephants so fond of whiskey <br />that they owned their jungle still! <br />They would mix and then distill <br />eau de vie from fresh ingredients, <br />getting absolute obedience <br />from the clan and other critters. <br /> <br />Zebras like their booze with bitters, <br />all giraffes prefer long straws <br />and the lions rub their paws <br />as each Friday, after supper <br />they shut off the vat of copper <br />which has heated all the stuff. <br /> <br />Rabbits, birds and mice would puff <br />on their weeds, anticipating <br />not their pastime (which is mating) <br />but the fest where they could sample <br />jungle juice (supply was ample) . <br /> <br />And their God had long decreed <br />that there was a real need <br />to be friendly to each other, <br />foes be treated like your brother <br />once a week, when He suspended <br />killing 'til the orgy ended. <br /> <br />This has been routine for ages <br />only animals in cages <br />don't have access to the stuff, <br />that's why zoo life is so tough. <br /> <br />The raccoon, marked by cirrhosis, <br />smoke-related silicosis <br />and the ravages of time, <br />sat there, sipping gin with lime <br />then stood up and toppled over <br />into green and luscious clover. <br /> <br />In the shadow of the moon <br />killing would start up, too soon.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jungle-still/
