Instant Animal Goes to School Poem

I came across a raccoon, wet and whimpering,
on the way to school.
His tail was very pleaded with blood-rusted spindles and dead fur,
and his eyes were very closed.
I hid him in my shirt, against my chest, over my heart
(so the rhythm might warm him)
so that teacher would not see.
He stayed there very quietly
until frightened by a sigh.