Tuesday night driving home from work I saw not one, not two, but three raccoons (plus one dark cat), that tried to run out in front of my car within the course of 10 minutes and two miles. Two were on the Shakespeare Bridge, and one was near my house. In nearly five years of living here, though I've seen deer on the hill behind my house, rats my dog has killed, skunks slipping around night's corners, and the usual bands of coyotes prowling and howling, I had never seen a raccoon.
I like to read meaning into such things, especially when they come in threes.
"Nature is a temple where, from living pillars,
Confused words are sometimes allowed to escape;
Here man passes, through forests of symbols,
Which watch him with looks of recognition"
--Charles Baudelaire
So what does this omen portend? My books offered a paucity of the stripe-tailed critters, so I searched on the internet and came up with disguise, dexterity, curiosity, swiftness, cleverness, banditry, magic, and "unmasking the truth helps one accept hidden aspects of the self, the ability to play many roles in life." Coons are also trickster figures. I don't know what it means.
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I dunno. Seeing raccoons used to tell me that maybe I needed to put the lids on my trashcans. I've never been one for omens or portents.
well, where's the fun in that?
Just one of my famously asinine observations, that's all.
I know I do not comment on here regularly enough, but I do like the way you write and describe things.
It could mean you're channeling some unviversal retribution against Davy Crockett.
I can't imagine they're terribly happy about the hat...
..."King of the wild frontier." That's a hoot, huck.
Aytch - fame suits you.
Broken - Thank you.
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