When I was a child a rabid raccoon tried to enter our 4th grade classroom through the window. The classroom was three stories up and the raccoon sat on the 1 foot window sill. Never found out how he got there or whatever happened to him. This is my rendition.

Large fangs complimented the bulging eyes.
Saliva trailed in myriad pools.
Still, there was a gentleness within
that diseased body that echoed compassion.

Penetrating the window seemed to be
the scheme, or was the creature merely
trying to survive by attacking his own
grotesque reflection? Either way he had purpose.

The venom trickled down the pane
with every gnashing and clawing from
its hideous form. We knew it was only
a matter of time before the final surge.

He quickly relinquished all rights to
his last stand. A moment of sanity?
Perhaps, but we know there are others
out there just like he, keeping vigilance.