Four Furry paws scurry
With coordination and grace
Masked face
From bough to bough
Cross river under log
The racoon runs
As the hounds attempt to keep pace
.
In the distance The hounds bay
Clever little racoon
On his path returns
To wher the game began
Beneath the eves
And watches eyes a glint
As the hounds return
Heads bowed tails tucked
Silent in defeat