A broken raccoon has come to live with us
has joined the family of two outside cats
so far there do not seem to be any spats
he - or is it she - moves slow
and is almost at a point
that knows danger is not near
if rabies were only a justified fear
I would have to kill or remove the creature
but just old and slow
I at last understand
let the critter share the cat food
death is not in demand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine write, sir Bill...10++++++++