The Bandit

~ Denise

Raccoon Bandit

Growl at it, snarl at it.

Scare it off; let it know who’s in charge.

That was what I felt I needed to do when I first saw the raccoon.

But what exactly was it doing inside anyway?

And where exactly was I?

It didn’t seem to matter which room I went into, the raccoon found it.

So I growled and snarled.

We faced each other, I wasn’t backing down.

I growled again, louder.

Loud enough that I could feel it.

Loud enough to wake myself up.

And Craig.

Darn you sleep bandit.

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Published by Denise

Sensitive. Ha! Well, that can have its up and downs depending on what one is doing now can't it?! Seriously, though, I enjoy painting in watercolors, my family, and my rescue tabbies. In all I do, I try to point myself back to what matters most, the love and saving redemption of Jesus. If you like, you can visit my blog page for my watercolors, or my blog ramblings. :)

5 thoughts on “The Bandit”

  2. I wanted to hit the “like” button – but that didn’t seem right! Isn’t it amazing how our dreams can seems so real – and literal. I take comfort in the thought that when I dream, I’m dumping off the garbage.
    Cheers –
    Sue

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    1. Getting in the garbage would be fitting for a raccoon. And a ‘drive-by’ would not have conveyed that. hehe
      Happy dreams!
      Denise

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