Bushy The Possum

The possum
is riding
my son's bike
by the soft glow
of the moon
smart too
doesn't need lights
wears a helmet
in case he crashes
enjoys his cycling
as his just desserts
for his tricky
high wiring
between houses
when searching for food
frustrating the cats
salivating
beneath.

poem by Vince Gullaci
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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