A grand and beautiful raccoon
saunters, non-chalant, down my street
and scrambles over a fence, feet
sure on the wooden planks, as soon
they sun that prompts the birds to croon
will wind up his nocturnal rounds;
humans, cars imperil his grounds.
He, domestic-wise but still wild,
knows now to shelter, sleep a while,
await night to roam out of bounds.
T. Allen Culpepper
My first attempt at the decima espinel form. The rhyme scheme is surprisingly difficult, but it came out OK, I think. I didn’t get the pause in the right spot, though; it should come between lines 4 and five.