Four legs and a knotted pride,
in stories I’ve an orange hide.
Sly as me the smart can be,
if only you could kill my flea.
I eat meat and berries too,
you could see me in a zoo.
In wilderness I prefer to stay,
humans can’t tell what I say.
What species am I, dare you tell?
Know you not, then all is well.
To leave unseen is better still,
than to be chased and leave in thrill.