Right of Passage
Meandering along a graveled road
I saw an opossum with six young’uns
Hanging from her tail, quite a load
Meandering along a graveled road,
She was probably seeking a safer abode
I stopped, letting her pass, her luck runs
Meandering along a graveled road
I saw an opossum with six young’uns.
Written October 11, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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