Last night, ah, yesternight, when first we met.
'Twas instant; our meeting and our parting.
Thou fell swift from waddle to death and yet
I can see no time from start to smarting.
When once your grey pelt shone bright in my lights
you dropped from view into a dull "bum bum"
a heart's final circuit 'fore death's escort.
A smile caught in sight
frowned a speedy harbinger of your doom.
Thou had thine brain wracked of different sort.
O possum, thou thought may be in question,
but the irony of crossing the road
causes many jokes to form suggestion.
The attempt to play at death that thou showed
was a clever form of method acting.
However thine stakes have jabbed through thine heart.
All goals set and achievable for thee,
full engaged, reacting
yet sadly now thou cannot play the part.
Thou paid breath to asphalt: too great a fee.
Now thine song will sing in heaven e'er long;
upside down from gates shone of pearls pale glow.
Bugs and creepy pleasants galore will throng
No more death to rob thee thine role to know.
All grief and sad breathe for me shall soon pass
as once did fall the light seen in thine eyes.
Long heart weeping and wondering will end
as to life I hold fast.
Good night, good night, sweet friend with soft goodbyes;
With I glad for possum that God did send.
Dedicated to the Possum I hit on 12-8-11 on Cheatham Hill Road.
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