As some of you might remember, there was a heated possum poetry competition here this summer in honor of the blog's eternal poet laureate, Everette Maddox.
And today, perhaps a late entry?
There was nothing to be done for it. Someone
Or other probably called LAPD, who then
Called Animal Control, who woke a driver, who
Then dressed in mailed gloves, the kind of thing
Small knights once wore into battle, who gathered
Together his pole with a noose on the end,
A light steel net to snare it with, someone who hoped
The thing would have vanished by the time he got there.
- from "The Oldest Living Thing in Los Angeles" by Larry Levis (via The Millennial Pedestrian)