Outside the bedroom door,
possum clings to limestone,
slender tale heading west,
long nose pointing south.
A commotion of bassets
attacks the glass,
baying, barking, keening.
Harmonies of outrage
shatter the morning.
Possum slides, hugs the wall,
makes her way to a narrow tree.
Climbing slowly, she finds the top.
Settling down, she contains herself,
hangs quiet, dark eyes focused inward. |
