It was a foggy afternoon in June.
When through the dog door came a raccoon.
The raccoon wanted to put up a fight.
It tried to charge and bite.
But luckily his shotgun was near.
He shot the raccoon, cooked it, and ate it with a beer.
Foggy afternoon has given amazing view. This poem is really very amazing poem basing on perception...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raccoons are so cute not to be killed