Came upon a trio of opossums (why that first o, I’ll never know) digging in the compost pile behind the house yesterday and by the time I got back indoors was rhyming this ditty to myself.
One played dead
one got mad
and the other climbed a tree.
Made me wonder
which of them I’d be?
Would I faint
or would I snarl
or would I try to flee?
the time will come
and then I guess we’ll see.
By the way, here are two of them, the guy on the left played dead, partner bared his teeth, and out of frame, the other (with hilarious slowness) climbed that tree.
3 thoughts on “3 Possums in the Woods”
what fun! and a great question.
Not only do I enjoy your clever poem, but I love the backstory and the illustration. Thanks for sharing the moment.
Thanks, Ginger! Have a great day!