There’s nothing nicer than fresh bread
With cakes and pastries for high tea
Who can resist a lavish spread?
We love our local bakery.
Someone forgot to close the door
Or left the window on the latch
And far too busy in the store
Did not check the rear door catch.
And so a possum found his way
To a shelf of fresh baked pies
Stacked neatly on a wooden tray
And could not quite believe his eyes.
He nibbled one and found it sweet
Then another followed suit
Greed overcame him; soon replete
He swelled in size with stolen loot.
Unable now to slink away
He nestles down for quiet snooze
Where the baker finds him the next day -
Playing possum is bad news!
(c) Poet in the Woods 2013