I saw the possum before. I liked his feet. I think people wanted to throw rocks at him. He was where he didn't belong. When everyone went away he came down.
I saw him on a night.
He was dying. And I pulled over and I blocked traffic!
And I couldn't take one more thing I couldn't fix.
I couldn't fix.
It wasn't his time to stand.
The police came and they did not protect him. I dialed numbers like in dream and there was no one to help him. It was up to me but I couldn't.
I saw him tonight.
In the hurricane rain I had listened to all day.
Dry. He stood nose to nose with the hunter.
And he was safe.
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