Raccoon | Randon Dyreng

The brown raccoon with
his tiny paws wrapped around
my arm revealing little fingers.
Helpless and alone
gently placed in my arms
the dirt looking like melted
chocolate as it turns
to mud in the rainstorm,
His ragged fur and slender
body curled up in my jacket.
as I take him home.
Feeding him milk from a bottle
soft straw to sleep.
Only to wake up next morning
To find him dead.