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Conversation with the ‘Possum Who Sees my Garden as its Salad Bar
We wretched humans are always setting traps
Usually for each other, but sometimes
Live-traps for the little critters of night:
“’Possum, I want you out of my garden.”
The ‘possum replies, “Hiss!”
“’Possum, you’ve been in this trap all night long;
So now if I let you out of this cage
Will you promise to be a better critter,
And leave my tomatoes alone, okay?”
The ‘possum replies, “Hisss!”
“’Possum, I know that these fields are your home,
But if you keep nibbling up the young squash
I’m going to take you away into the woods
And let you loose there; I wouldn’t like that”
The ‘possum replies, “Hissss!”
“’Possum, we’ve had this conversation before;
Do you want all this on your permanent record?”
The ‘possum replies, “Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!”
