When a possum is trying to intimidate or scare off a threat, it will grunt like a chainsaw, or a car running out of gas. But, like the barn owl, it may also make a horrifying screech for the same purpose.
A mysterious moan rose up from below, Up through the floor boards of our age. This curious, extraordinary wail rose up, Becoming an ungoverned, impotent rage. I queried this torment, this bubble of noise, Would it murder with a savage of blind. Would this cry grow and envelop, devouring our thoughts, Consuming every bit of our mind. We began to panic with irrational fear, We chose flight as desperately fast as we could. Flight from this house, this terrorised house, With the screams coming up through the wood. And we ran like a riot, through green fields of farmed crop, Crop that was now in full blossom. We heard the chainsaw behind, and glanced back into eyes, The eyes of the small Brushtail Aussie possum. written 30th August 2016 which is not new, soz, but I like this "horror" poem and thought it might fit. hope u enjoy it. Ranked Second place Eve Roper 11/16/2016
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