Them possums

are wonderful beasts

with their wire hair

all scruffy and scraggly lookin'

 

they are purdy scrappy though

always prowlin' around

climbin' fences

in the dark of night

sneakin' through back yards

lookin' in trashcans

eatin' out of the dog dish

 

they play dead

but try pickin' one up

they bare their teeth

hiss like a snake

scare the heck outta small children

 

but you caint fault em

they have gotten used to city life

and make the best of it

they bring a bit of wildness to

dull city lives

a touch of humor too

 

and even when they get kilt

up on the highway

they die with a grin

on their.face.

 

 

-O.L. Buzzerd

Poet & Possum Connoisseur