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FROSTY NIGHT
The camp was silent, the frost was thick
The icey mountains slumbered in the sky
The dying embers, flickered softly, lightly
As a baby possum hid waiting nearby
The campers lay breathing, the embers lay choking
The breeze froze the moon's dim light
The campers food supply lay tasty, tempting
The baby possums eyes were bright
The wood crackled softly, sniffing eagerly
The possum scampered quickly to the camp
Her little paw-prints lay slight in the frost
She shivered friskly with the air that was damp
Into the napsack of food she pounced
Her tiny mouth crammed with all it could take
There were biscuits, jam tarts, honey, bread
And behold she was waist high in cake
Out of the napsack, slowly she tumbled
Her fat fluffy belly packed tight
Up into the nearest tree she advanced
To sleep until the next frosty night. |
