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Opossum
I think I hit an opossum with my car
Or was it with a quiet reproach
Either way she's playing dead
Slowing her responses down
In order to hide the fear she felt
As headlights delved into her soul
So, I crept silently away
To a safe, yet close distance
And, waited
Her ears tweaked and nose sifted the air
For any scent of the onlooker's she inadvertantly led
To her palace of solitude
To her chalice of self-pity and anger
From which she often drinks alone
In order to justify the fear inside her marsupial, suitcase head
So, I crept a bit closer
To inspect with nearer eyes
And, waited
Her tail swept across the dusty ground
And, her feet bounced back to life as she stood up
In a glorious act of defiance
Her teeth exposed themselves
As her lungs screeched the putrid warning
Her body was too afraid to impose
So, I crept even nearer
Safely content in knowing her fear
And, waited
Her belly danced as if craddling the flesh of her flesh
And, her scream continued to flow
Unto even the sparrows above and ants below
As she blamed each for their respective views
With the blame she herself uses
To cover up her own fear and pain and muses
So, I crept right on up
And, let my presence be known
And, stated
Am I too close?
