A devilish grin,
this bristly ball
all nose, no chin
it slyly peeks and winks
the possum slinks
from deep inside
a crevice where
a tree divides
a moon reflecting
silver eyes
he clambers,
toenails clicking on the trunk
he sniffs
and gives a lick-
a tiny whiff
of something
different,
something picked up
on a breeze
a gentle scent,
a trace of funk among the trees
and so he hides,
and bides his time
tries not to sneeze
the night will keep
and soon will pass
the wily weasel or the skunk.
Wildlife tamed into perfection. Thank you for sharing Brian :)
So a doggerel! Leave it to Brian Mayo to master this one. As soon as I read your poem earlier in the week, I had to look up and read at length on what the marsupial a doggerel even was. I'd never even heard of such a thing. So after reading at length, I believe you chosen the doggerel on purpose to enhance the meaning of the poem, through mixed up and unbalanced verse, rather than to write BAD poetry. Fascinating stuff you like to study...first the piem and now this, among other things. You're very experimental! I just might have to steal something else from you tonight.....We'll see...the wheels are turning. I like this poem about the poor opposum, the bristly ball with the devilish grin...who hids away from everything. Well done.
You give me too much credit, Pam. While it's true I like to experiment with different forms and styles and bless you for mentioning it, I did not study or write this poem as doggerel. I only chose that category on Poemhunter because I didn't know what else to call it. However, your answer prodded me to google the term, (I was under the impression it merely meant bad poetry) and I'm surprised to find that maybe my poem really COULD be called doggerel. lol
North America's only marsupial is a fun thing to observe. (And write about) Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i've sprent so many nights outside on open fields where foxes, wild hares, hedgehogs, rabbits were tracing their way to prairies or their preys.The poem gave me the idea I was there after so many years.I enjoyed it.Thank you.