flying raccoons

[verse 1] Marvin soared through the moonlit skies, Wondering, “Am I happy? Is this wise?” Following raccoon prints left by man, He stepped to reprimand the mystic, so grand. Sadistic clouds whispered secrets in the breeze, As Marvin danced with raccoons among the trees [verse 2] Listening to painted whispers, Light on top of forgotten hills. Next, the stranded senate of the treetop house, Flowers asked questions, curious as a mouse. Marvin bowed gracefully, no answers to give, Just raccoon giggles [verse 3] and moonlight to live. Lonely paperbacks yearned for adventure, To implode with joy, their pages in rapture. Tiptoed to a sign that said, “Fly with glee, Join the raccoon parade, this is lovely!” [verse 4] One secondary smile to go that extra mile, To make me feel today, to make it all worthwhile. The chemistry is wild, taken for a glide, Far away with raccoons, no longer stuck inside [verse 5] No secrets in the starry sky, Just a moment of raccoon chores (don’t ask why). And there’s something, and there’s something, Next to nothing, but oh, how we’re flying!