Playing Possum



She found a little fur ball,
At least that's what we thought.
To be completely honest,
We didn't know what she had caught.

From across the golf greens she came,
With her brother and their find,
Packing the little fat rascal,
In a paper cup clown hat design.

She asked if she could keep him?
She needed a box for him to nest.
He must be hungry and scared,
Fetch a tasty carrot he can ingest.

Cuddled next to her young life,
She claimed this something or other,
Coddling, spoiling and loving,
Like a protective substitute mother.

Back to the fields, dad commanded,
To the very spot first attained,
The fat, woolly little Pika disappeared,
Playing possum had been his special game.
Font size:
Collection  PDF     
 

Submitted on October 17, 2016

Modified on March 05, 2023

37 sec read
0

Quick analysis:

Scheme XAXA BXXX XCXC XDXD XXXB
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 659
Words 122
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

Omajean Lewis

Born in Oklahoma during the Dust Bowl days, growing up during the early days of the Texas Oil Fields observing WW11 as a child, graduating from high school and marrying in the early fifties, raising two children, Tonya and Brenton through the sixties and seventies and taking care of her parents and parent-in-law through the nineteen nineties has given Oma Lewis a unique perceptive on life. When not busy traveling and enjoying her family with her husband Dalton of 59 years, Oma is active as an artist, photographer, and writer. more…

All Omajean Lewis poems | Omajean Lewis Books

0 fans

Discuss the poem Playing Possum with the community...

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "Playing Possum" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 31 Oct. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/81903/playing-possum>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    October 2024

    Poetry Contest

    Join our monthly contest for an opportunity to win cash prizes and attain global acclaim for your talent.
    0
    days
    5
    hours
    2
    minutes

    Special Program

    Earn Rewards!

    Unlock exciting rewards such as a free mug and free contest pass by commenting on fellow members' poems today!

    Quiz

    Are you a poetry master?

    »
    "She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies."
    A William Wordsworth
    B Lord Byron
    C Percy Bysshe Shelley
    D John Keats