Poss-Poss
Thought I heard my possum,
my sweet dear little pet.
Hurried to the kitchen;
No food for poss-poss, yet.
Recalling mothers' babies,
big eyes and hungry gapes.
Happily discovering-
some over- turning grapes.
Rushed out to the feeding-tree,
Grapes-the possums' earn.
Left them on a branch,
for possums will return.
Went back inside; heard such a thump,
the window-sat the cat.
Peeping through the glass,
my poss-poss now a rat !
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2019
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