As he traversed the door’s frame,
naturally onto the step’s landing—closing the door behind him,
a baby possum
was lit by aggravated fluorescent lights.
Gently it backed into the grey, much-darker-than-its-coat cement wall—
about the size of a ball
(with a tail attached);
It has yet to learn how to play possum.
A wry grin overcomes his aged face,
but was soon followed by a symphony of empathy,
and his feet take up him up the steps,
never forgetting about the possum. . . ever!