Question four; What does a possum eat?
Figuring it was rat like, almost anything.
To the kitchen I go , and as if looking
For something to eat for myself, I stare
In the refrige as if it had some hidden
Treasure ready to be found.
I grab an apple.

The next line you read, I did it, but
As I type, I can't believe I did it!
Taking the apple to the sink and
Rinsing it off, I CORE IT! For a possum!
Putting it in a bowl, along with a
Bowl of water, I lay it in the center
Of the room, keeping a watchful
Eye out for my future neminineus.
I close the door and convince myself,
Not to worry about it until the morning.


The next morning I get up and
Call S, the twin that lived locally,
At the time; I tell her about the possum.
She asks me if I named it. Of course not!
I don't want to get chummy with it.
She tells me to name after some Greek
Philosopher that I can't pronounce,
Let alone spell.
So out of my mind, to appease her
I dub him Opie.
She hated it!

I return to the possum's lair,
To find it's not in the room or
Not to be seen , at least.
The apple's gone, water bowl
Tipped over, but no Opie.
If you ever seen The Green mile,
Or read it, there's a scene that
The guards tare a room a part to
Find a mouse.
That's what I did to find Opie.
Nothing! I then pull everything out
Of the closet; Stuff I forgotten
I put in there, when I moved
Over a year ago.

I look at the wall that separates
The two closet's; solid,
No escape burrows. I'm confused.
There's no way this thing could
Get out!
I get another apple, CORE that one,
And grab a bowl that was designed
For a Great Dane, and set them on
The floor and close the door.