Ode to a Rabid Groundhog

Out walking the dogs,
In the dimming twilight.
We come upon a Groundhog,
With no fear of a fight.

We watch as he stumbles,
And rolls down the hill.
His drunken like antics,
An amusing thrill.

We fetch our comrades,
"Come watch this!" we say.
Then one of them says,
"That's rabies by the way"

And thus the hunt began,
To put the poor thing down.
Both to end his pain,
And prevent disease from getting around.