A Daytime Visitor

Carol A. Hand

Imagine, for a moment,
what it’s like to be born
to a life where one is prejudged
and regarded with fear or with scorn

Mid-morning visitor – September 1, 2017

I don’t smell like a flower
but I do have a scent
to protect me, a gentle creature
if healthy, with no malicious intent

I’m usually nocturnal
and not quite like any other
grazing now in the daytime
to feed my young, I’m a mother

A morning visitor getting closer

It’s true I’m an omnivore
I do eat eggs, berries and bees
but I eat beetles, grubs, grass hoppers
and your untended garbage if I please

I mean you no harm
but if you give me a wide berth
I’ll contribute my skills
working with you to care for our earth

Closer still – both thankful for the window between us

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Some facts about skunks:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skunk
http://www.wildskunkrescue.com/skunkbehaviors.htm
http://www.havahart.com/skunk-facts
http://www.wildskunkrescue.com/rabies.htm

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Microsoft WORD Clip Art

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49 thoughts on “A Daytime Visitor”

  1. Lovely poem and wonderful photos, Carol. My old dog Slinky, who was the same breed as Willow, used to like running up to skunks and sticking her nose under their tails, then a good yelp and she would run back to me, smelling to high hell, rubbing her face on the ground and whining! She would have a look of embarrassment for for about a week. But she never turned up an opportunity to do it again. Some things are their own reward, I figure. Thanks for reminding me of old Slinky. Take care Friend. Bob

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    1. Oh Bob, thank you for making me laugh with your wonderful memories of Slinky. 🙂 I can see her rubbing her face on the ground. It’s what Pinto did when I first got him and we surprised a baby skunk in the front yard one morning. Fortunately, I had him on a leash and the baby didn’t seem to know how to aim spray yet – it just filled the atmosphere in Pinto’s direction. Pinto whined, rolled and rubbed his eyes furiously. 🙂

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  2. My beloved Woody got skunked once. The tomato juice thing didn’t work and I had to throw away the coat I was wearing. Still, you make a good point. They are sweet little creatures until they decide to spray you.

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        1. 🙂 May be he will return back! You know one day we discovered a polecat in our flat in the mountain area. It was attracted with smell of Marsiglia soap. We still keep this bar with prints of its teeth. 🙂

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      1. It always good to hear from you mon ami.. the family are doing well though I’m still struggling a little with this ticker of mine. I must do some writing or vlogging soon, just don’t seem to have the strength and motivation lately. When I read your posts it does make me reflect on ‘things’ and want to ‘get on with things’…thanks for sharing Carol … 🌹🌹🌹🌹❤️❤️❤️

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      1. Well, the movie was made quite a while before I was born, but I saw it as a young boy. Dumbo was made back then, too, but I saw that and still remember a lot of it. One of my mother’s favorite family stories for some reason was about me crying silently while watching Dumbo at the age of four. 😀

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        1. Such wonderful memories! Can you remember why you were crying? The only thing I remember about the movie Dumbo was watching it with my mother in NYC when I was very little. We went to a movie theater with a “new” innovation – an especially large screen. 🙂

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  3. Yes, I remember. I cried during the scene in the movie when Dumbo was separated from his mother. I thought that was the worst thing that could happen to anyone. 😀

    Your comment reminds me of seeing a movie in a theatre on a huge screen. I saw Star Wars in 1977 in a theatre in Queens that had the largest screen in NYC outside of Manhattan. It was huge.

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  4. Hello, Carol, we’re sorry we have been unable to follow your wonderful blogs of late. My old pappy has had a little hitch or two in his get-along, but he is coming along and hopes to be posting my blogs and keeping up with delightful posts such as yours. That little skunk is a good example of ignorant prejudice; she’s as good a stewardess of our dear earth as any of us, but unaware of her contributions, many of us only complain of the odor of her defense system.

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    1. Thank you for your lovely comments, Saadia. I am a bit busy these days – grading student papers is one of my least favorite tasks and I still have many to grade today. But comments from friends like you and visitors like the little skunk remind me to take time to appreciate small gifts around me anyway. ❤

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    1. Thank you so much for your lovely, whimsical comments, Annika. I have to admit that the incident and poem made me laugh, but I was hesitant to post the poem at a time when so many people are struggling with the aftermath of storms, forest fires, and war. Then, it occurred to that others might benefit from reading something somewhat on the lighter side. 🙂

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  5. Lovely reflection Carol. We have had a momma and her little ones survey our campsite once. Large or small, they seem to have a strong sense of determination about them. As you mentioned, it was after dark and it was quite the scene several flashlights tracking our visitors. Perhaps they thought they were onstage under the spotlight. Peace to you Carol.

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