Chris Trottier on Nostr: Shadows grow long, as doubt starts to creep, This raccoon’s quest, is a chasm so ...

Shadows grow long, as doubt starts to creep, This raccoon’s quest, is a chasm so deep, Each swipe at the jar, a question of being, An echo of thoughts, relentlessly fleeing.

Peanut butter dreams, slipping through his grasp, Time’s relentless flow – the jar’s plastic clasp.