Karen GonzalezVidela


What Life Takes, Life Returns


Walking down the road
Saw I a raccoon passing by.
What a wonderful creature
That comes by at night
Without any fear
And makes my eyes shine.

Impressed did feel I
To see how the creature
Stopped walking by,
Fell to the floor
And its eyes shut down.

Fast went I
But this silent time
All was too late, figured I,
Fell on my knees
And silently cried.

The hour passed by
And finally stood I,
Moved my right foot
And for a walk started I.

Along by the road
A baby raccoon saw I.
What a beautiful creature
That walked suddenly by
And made a cute face
That came just behind
A felicitous huge smile.

Fast went I
To observe this little guy
And those eyes told I
That what away takes life
Somehow it will shine
And give it back with time.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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