How
to Catch a Skunk
We
read it in print, my brother and me,
skunks
make wonderful pets for all to see.
The
one in the magazine was descented.
I
seriously doubt the skunk had consented.
My
brother was twelve and I was just eight,
We
planned to go there right after we ate.
A
burlap sack and dog Tip, was our plan
to
catch this skunk quickly by our own hand.
The
plan was so simple, it could not fail
my
job was to just grab hold of its tail,
hold
it down so that he wouldn’t spray
as
my brother quickly stuffed him away.
His
tail came out, then his hopping hind feet.
I
pulled his furry tail down, it felt neat.
Everything
was going just as we planned
until
he turned, trying to bite my hand.
I
let go and ran fast to Dad in the field.
Skunk
sprayed my brother’s face full while he kneeled.
My
brother still stuffed the skunk in the sack,
shook
his head and brought the skunk and sack back.
(A
true story)
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in
1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered
the U. S. Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short
stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now
publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and
stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs
from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was
a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his
professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at
"roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"
Robert, enjoyable poem, adventurous brother romp! Thanks for sharing!
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DeleteThank you Marlene for your nice review I will try to read for you soon. Bob
Your poem made me laugh. I could totally see this happening. Thanks for sharing it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Poppy, I will be publishing more of our childhood adventures. bob
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