marsupialPosted: February 20, 2012
It is 08:00 and the sun is rising in the clear blue sky over Naperville.
The grass is painted by a billion tiny shards of crystal, soon to evaporate away. Back from a morning ride, my cheeks a rosy red, but now warm as I gaze out through my window over the back yard as it shares this sparkling glory, I spot an opossum near the fence as it moves slowly but confidently toward the house.
It walks with a purpose, placing each pad down as if the little frosty shards covering each blade of grass might slice it with tiny knives of cold. It is big, with a white coat lined with grey, and a long slender tail. Step by careful step, it comes closer, and I can see a thin fine snout. I can’t help but think how pretty you are in your fine coat. Did you get dressed up for your evening? Have you been out all night finding a lover, and are just now come home to bed?
Sleep well little marsupial, just like me we will see what tomorrow brings.