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Oh, Possum!
or
Marsupials in the Mist
or
Didelphimorphia Park
Well, there you are, snarling behind the mesh
Of a steel humanitarian trap
For the crimes of digging under the fence
And encouraging the dogs to escape
Stop hissing, now, through rows of dragon-teeth
And listen to human words you won’t believe -
Late summer grapes have tempted you to this,
So absolution is granted; ajar is the door
Your executioner stands down: Go forth!
And be a better ‘possum forever more
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