Once upon a midnight dreary, while I wandered, weak and weary,
On an annual hunt for candy that I gathered door to door,
There came suddenly a beating made me cease my trick-or-treating
Like a thousand souls entreating from a land of ancient lore
“It is but the wind,” I muttered, “blowing leaves across the floor–
Only this, and nothing more.”
But alas the sound persisted, my denial it resisted
As it urgently insisted my eyes downward all the more
And ’twas then I saw the pawing, the frantic, frenzied clawing
Of a dozen hands withdrawing tiny treats into their store
And just whose fiendish fingers were about this desperate chore?
The raccoons beneath the floor!
From submitter Faye — send more!
Oh my. Thank You for the blessing of your brain.
This is a creepily awesome submission, additional text, everything!
Simultaneously creepy and cute!
These little guys can be VERY persistent.
They will return and be at your door next.
I speak from having one at a windowsill
while my kitty was at the same sill on the
inside – window open, only fiberglass screen
between them. Exciting.
You are lucky you did not lose the screen. My kitty tore large holes in mine, I was barely in time to keep her from flying out the window to give chases to the interlopers. She becomes hysterical if anything larger than a bird invades HER domain.
Those little hands almost don’t look real..
I know. I was wondering if it was some elaborate Halloween setting at first. Definitely cute and creepy.
Ditto to the unreality of the hands…
Cute little handsies. Then creepy. Yes! Poe!
You got it! More on the way!
You don’t see that every day. Thank goodness.
The Raven is my favorite poem bar none! And still using Poe’s works, the video could also be called, The tell-tale hands.
simultaneously adorabuhls and creepy as &*^t.
Adorabghouls.
Good one!
Great video, but the POEM is awesome!
Wack-a-mole in reverse !
Coffee table book-worthy poetry! (Don’t know how you’d get the grabby hands to work though?)
I agree, both creepy and cute! Quite the appropriate statement for Halloween-time!??
This seems a good spot for some more Edgar Allan Pooh.
(The poem in the last, in case the text is too small):
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Eeyore –
For the rare and radiant donkey whom the angels name Eeyore –
Nameless here for evermore.
These are brilliant! I think I’ve a newfound favourite aesthetic: Edgar Allan Pooh.
As always, NTMTOM, you blow me away!
How can I ever say
How much I admire your brain!
As we sit in awe once again!
Srsly, when I grow up I wanna be like you! I haven’t a clue how you access this brilliance so neatly! Bravo, and bravo again!!?
I love the Poe-m. I love the many grabby hands coming up from under the deck too.
Others have said it before, Mike, but you ARE brilliant! And you have given me a wonderful idea for another poem for class. My instructor won’t thank you, after what I did to the Grinch, but I thank you.
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This one is beyond category. The creepy hands, the POEM!
GENIUS poeming. This is incredibly delightful!
Mike, you win the Interwebs. Again.
And here’s me worrying that everybody got a fair share of the goodies. Just not ghoulish enough, I guess. It seemed more to me like imprisoned people desperate for food.
I know. At first it looks horrible. But then you realize they are under a deck and they are free to leave. In fact the kid given them a great reason to stick around.
The very definition of grabby hands.
Genius blending of cuteness and literature.
A Cuteropolis Book of Poetry needs to make its debut!
I agree, somewhere Edger is raising a glass in toast to you.