A Poem

The Possum Has To Go by Balisha

One day a week or so ago a possum came to call..

He sat upon the feeder and sampled seeds and all.

He was just outside my window.. on a feeder hanging there.

The feeder hung so low to ground.. in mornings I would stare..

At all the pretty birdies...we really had our share.

This little creature then appeared and entertained me so..

His little nose pink like a pig...and teeth so sharp I know.

He ate and ate and took his time...it seemed he had no fear..

I started then to look for him each time I came so near.

And then I thought about the birds just waiting for their turn..

They really didn't have a chance.. to feed is what I learned.

Then stories about how pesty these possums really are..

I made a tough decision... one that was so very hard.

I'll take the feeder down, so he will go away..

But just before I do it...I really want to say.

Thank you, little one, for a couple days of fun..

I wish you well and safety until this winter's done.

Maybe I will see you some night when spring is here..

I'll feed you in the woods then...to me you are so dear.