The Skunk, short poem (86/365)

There is a skunk

outside my window

and it smells

Pungent

I feel bad

for the creature

he has to live with

that smell

Stinky forever

I wonder if

he dreams of baths

and aerosol cans

or if he content

with his stink

do skunks

ever have new years resolutions

to be clean

Or are they unaware

of whatever is happening

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