oh, I love this. The meter and rhyming scheme kinda feel a lot like a poem for Children and the subject kinda reinforces that. I don't super know how to explain it but this poem filled me with some sort of joy, maybe it's nostalgia cuz of the likeness to children's poems. It's just like a very fun story. While you could read between the lines and make the Racoon an analogy for lots of things the fact that it is entertaining without having to read between the lines is really cool :)

Fun and lighthearted. Reminded me of an episode of Bob's burgers about raccoons. The rhyme flowed almost like a children song. I just keep coming back to this line:

>But alas, father time ate the night alive

I personally like it and it stole the show. Casually thrown in as the most graphic description in the whole poem gave me a laugh.

This kind of reminds me of a shel Silverstein poem I would have read when I was younger. I love a good rhyming poem. It really sets the scene of the night, and a fat little raccoon. It was a nice little pick me up.

I really enjoyed the simile in this poem. It reads like a story but keeps its rhythm throughout. There was definite laughter and sympathy at the plight in the story of this chubby little creature! This poem makes me think of stories I read when I was a kid, but also illustrates a more mature response to the noble intruder. Well done.

I broke the rhythm and also tried to convey a more serious tone in the third line of the first three stanzas to show something was wrong; I wanted the reader to slow down on those lines, so that the difference would be more noticeable. Both our and own are possessive, but I feel like saying our own emphasizes that it's both a problem we're experiencing and a problem we caused, or at least that's what I was going for

"The raccoon found a second use" is past tense, the word with here represents things the raccoon already has; it's a statement of reverence attributed to the raccoon, not so much objectives for the raccoon. If I were to say "For a throne of old chicken bones and crown of refuse" that would imply that the raccoon is aspiring to take a throne and a crown and the 4th line would then have to reflect those future ambitions "The raccoon will find a second use"

This fun, but some moments feel unmelodic, like “buried in our *own* blight”. I would delete own tbh. 

It’s a little unclear what you’re talking about with the “second use” in the fourth line, I think it would be clearer if you replaced (in line 3) “With a” with “For a”.

I love the simple start.  
But deep meaning in the middle stanzas.  
Its a ying yang that i feel like you balanced really well.  
I just got into poetry and im absolutely amazed by all the great poems ive seen.  
this one hits a spot that makes me want to write in a similar way

Great job fellow poet


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I really liked this poem. It initially comes off as lighthearted and jovial. But I think the raccoon is symbolic for something bigger. A being capable of easing your burdens for a while, but then gone so soon. A deity, some might say. To me, the raccoon comes off as an old friend. Just pops in to say hello before disappearing once more. Closing the bin at the end of the poem seems to signify to me that Mr. Raccoon is not welcome back, for some reason.

This is so cute. My ONLY comment would be finding another way to say "obese living fleece." It somehow lightly takes away from some of the charm, maybe? It's a slightly harsh way to describe something delightful.

Sweet and lighthearted, yet eerie in a way: this poem to me seems like there is more here than on the surface. Perhaps it is the raccoon's mischievous nature, but parts of this poem read like the raccoon is someone who is distracting these people from bigger troubles in order to gain power.

 Gone so soon, the hefty raccoon

He saw the best of life under the moon

With a throne of old chicken bones and crown of refuse

The noble raccoon found a second use

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He came and graced us like a shy deity of night

Not so clean or mighty, but awfully polite

He saw us burdened; buried in our own blight

and he said "No worries my friends, this will be supper tonight!"

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The obese living fleece was kind enough to eat

And we clapped and we cried and we cherished all our lives

But alas, father time ate the night alive

And when dawn broke, we were all choked, as he bid his farewell to all us folk

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"Don't worry your head", he said, well fed

"I'll be back again, my friend, this is no end"

And while he waddled off to some old loft, warm and soft

we slapped shins and wore grins, and put the lid back on the bin

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Fat Raccoon