(sorry for being late - quite crook)
Late evening, stars framed with shadowed trees, moonlit
flowers in shades of grey. A cuppa on the back verandah, a
rustle high in the bottlebrush, a torch flashes. Discovered,
covered in light, light tail spiralled around a branch, ring
tailed, tiny possum. Higher, a mother exits stage right
onto the neigbour's roof. Following close, tiny child possum
with unfurled tail rigid in balance scurries after. Large
eyed, diminuitive, sharp teeth. White bellied. Spring.
Josephine Severn
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