Raccoon in the Attic

I was somewhat in a panic.There's a raccoon in my attic.
Tappity-tap-tap, nails on floor boards, something abhorred.
Hav-A-Heart trap in the attic too, Unused, not once abused.
Raccoons in younger years I thought so cute and adored.
I sit here now, listening, hearing pitter-patter, not a bit frantic.
Just idly thinking to bait the trap, now calm, away goes panic.
Maybe tomorrow I' will deal with the critter, Today lazy, bored.
Of procrastination I am guilty, found so as myself I accused.

Once adorable were the critters
Those same eyes, now I dread
Their fangs and claws that prick
They tip toe in my attic
Friend or foe, I’m too late
to confront, trap, or terminate