Last night a possum hissed at our dog Tig
Who had surprised it, sitting by a tree
In our back yard, and several times as big
As she, who’d simply scampered out to pee.
The ruckus brought me quickly with a light
To see what all her barking was about
And glad to find no one inclined to fight
In what might easily be a fatal rout.
The stolid possum, staunchly hunched in place,
Stared steadily into my hand-held flash
As we remained in silence, face to face,
It clearly disinclined to make a dash.
I scooped up Tig, and we both backed away,
Relieved to have avoided a bad fray.