No Good Deed

 

What the trail cam sees

has a great tail

It isn’t a fish

and can’t be a whale,

 

I know it stays warm

there’s fur everywhere

there isn’t a swarm

and it doesn’t have hair,

 

It can see in the dark

although I doubt that it looks

It reads left to write

then it eats all the books,

 

I guess it has fingers

I assume it has toes

there are sharp little teeth

lined up in two rows,

 

I don’t think there’s wings

I’ve not seen a feather

It shows up year-round

no matter the weather,

 

I set out some carrots

potatoes and slaw

I left out a napkin

to wipe off its paws,

 

Some of my beer

I poured in a dish

It blew out the candle

then made a wish,

 

Now I find that for food

on me it depends

I hope little Buddy

hasn’t got friends.