The ball of fur flying across the road,
Barely made it and stubbed a foot and toe,
As the car did not know, never slowed,
Into the bush the juvenile raccoon rolled.

The bumper and glare of headlights in the dark,
Blinded my dog so she did not pull or bark,
I saw it all unfold, told my dog to "walk"
It was after the spot we passed, she went crazy as a lark.

Nose to the ground, like a terrier on a scent,
Told she was late the raccoon had went,
No worse for wear, probably still running hell bent
For home.