Saturday, 2 April 2016

Possum (April)

Pound called Eliot ‘Old Possum’, southern American short for their native opossum, because he pretended to look dead even though he was alive. The marsupials that clatter rowdily over our roof at three in the morning are not Eliots. They scramble along gutters. They hiss and lunge. The eucalyptus is stripped of foliage. One lemon tree is ruined and they threaten another. Cruel April! On Myers-Briggs they are bang rather than whimper types. All of this leads to some overwhelming question. Have they never heard of the still point of the turning world? They rub their backs against the windowpanes.

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