
It's difficult not to fall in love
with the land of Aus - even
when one of its cutest national institutions
has a go at your big toe. On close up
its snout is the spitting image
of the said anatomical extremity.
Did this cuddly half blind creature
see it as a threat when it confronted my foot
head-on, in spotlight of Martin's torch ?
Or maybe it just overheard my cheeky comment,
" There goes a lovely pair of possum socks ! "
Or maybe it just overheard my cheeky comment,
" There goes a lovely pair of possum socks ! "
No sooner said when it clamped its needle-sharp teeth
into the nail, claiming a shard,
before scampering
into the chattering,
velvet-black night.
No worries, mate.

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