The Raccoon Queen

Scratches on your hands and arms
From all the raccoons trapped,
Alarmed, taken from a hiding space
Uprooted on a midnight raid, when
Chats were had and calls were made
Now this trash panda claws and fights
He's lost his home to a plastic cage

And you're on the road to the rescue centre
Where this creature will contact you
There's a disturbance in his hotel room
On your first meeting, you'll receive these wounds
A strange thank you for the freedom, miss

Rumour is she'll have an army soon
When she departs they're on the move
Shadowed by the silver moon
The Queen of the Raccoons

Your name is whispered all over town
By nocturnal mammals picking through
A stained, discarded evening gown
Whatever attracts these marauders
They're unaware of your startled nature
Or the philosophies you share
So any broken skin is a wedding dress

Rumour is she'll have an army soon
When she departs they're on the move
Shadowed by the silver moon
The Queen of the Raccoons

She's about to pull her boots on
She's wading through the snow
While tiny hands dislodge the lid
Secured atop the neighbour's bin
She catches all the eyes at night
The trails in the morning drift

They say, never have so many animals
Taken to a single human

Rumour is she'll have an army soon
when she departs they're on the move
Shadowed by the silver moon
The Queen of the Raccoons