She invited the rain to the bloom
To make way for the rising of coon
Who with strength played his one soul
To recoup his single clan from the whole.
Wild was against the bizarre beauty
When the fox at midnight, when raccoons
Were at watch, tricked them calling for gloom.
So the troop left for save in the woods
And the fox sent to break in the hoods
They defeated the tribes, the unlike kin
And the fox put the blame on raccoon‘s chin
But the sly, disregarding the owl
That hath seen, then narrated his foul.
Howling and growling in rage,
The survivors demanded the wily
To go away and then all were informed
That one coon they lost, for him mourned
The dim sky, nature’s spy for his bold
She invited the rains to set free
His one mighty, full with serenity, his soul.
BY: AASHI KULSHRESTHA