Summer Possum

Time has gone by

And they’d moved on

Yet on a murky night

She remembered that dawn

On a lurid march day

He kissed her brow

Gifted a tiny possum

With a red ribbon bow

She loved him much

And loved the possum

It hopped and played

And danced to her drum

It liked her much

Cuddling on the shoulder

Ran across her chest

Behind her neck, felt bolder

Seasons changed and

Months passed to summer

Possum she called hers

Made her eyes shimmer

That sunny afternoon

It ran into the wood

Her pulse paced n pounded

Shivered and wept in the hood

She looked and looked on

And remembered the kiss

Road was lonely ahead

Possum hers, she’d miss

Skies turned dark

And the rain hit her hard

She wondered of her phalange

And sang as a bard

Season’s first flakes fell

And snow made her white

Where would it be and

Wished for just a sight

The maid ran in and

Grinned and screamed

“My man saw the possum

With many others it teamed”

Sprang she with glee

And sent for her husband

Then realized clay

Had to return to sand

She’d calmed down

And verified the red bow

The little beast last wore

Smiled she, tears fell in a row

Its summer today

And she tenders little Furs

Remembers hers first, sighs

Smiles and continues to nurse

As his possum

Was he and his love

And so was hers

Painted a smile and dove

Time has gone by

And they’ve moved on

Yet on a murky night

She remembers that dawn