….
Possum tumbles
like an old football
through branches
to the garden below.
Dazed, he snuffles
through warm leaves
climbs again
limb by slow limb
to his dozing nest
where he’ll finish his dream
of the gardener below
who is wiping her shoe
on the grass.
He thinks she is kind
and tonight
he will leave another offering.
.
(c) 1997, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
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