The Death of Opossum

by Robert L. Paddock
Copyright (C) 2014

On the way to work this morning I saw Opossum die.

It trotted out of the brush to my left.

Full day a head, full of life.

Opossum was oblivious to the approaching car inches from it.

Inches from Death.

I braced myself, slowing as fast I could, praying for the best for the beast.

The oncoming car startled Opossum causing it to rise.

To beat Opossum against the bottom of the car.

Oh what a surprise!

Opossum rolled twice.

Four legs to the sky.

Still Opossum lies.

I had just watched Death.

A critter had just died.

It made me think of the instant between life and death.

Why has Karen died?

At night she no longer lies near my side.

Is she happy on the other side?

To at long last be pain free with Angels at her side?

As I type this I cry still.

Trying hard not to bawl.

So hard to go on still.

We are here for but an instant then gone as we lie still.

The old joke “Why did the Chicken cross the road? To show the Opossum that it could be done!”.

Funny no more, as Opossum lies still…

Dedicated to the late Karen Paddock, 1969 - 2013.

Opossum are colloquially called possums; Latin: Didelphimorphia.


by Robert L. Paddock
Copyright (C) 2015

Spiders are everywhere. Grandma's baseman. Parents basement.

Silken webs as clingy as a cocoon, dew filed at night.

We watch them for hours on the old Kennerdell Bridge as they ate last nights meal.

Then repaired the damage to the web for the coming night.

Usually out of sight they stayed at night.

Waiting for a bug in flight.

To pounce with delight when one landed and started to fight, the web of the night… The Reign of spiders

The citizens of the Australian town of Goulburn woke up to a scene out of a Stephen King novel.