Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Everynight at about 1 am Mr. Opossum

walks across the street in Davidson to visit his sweety. He is off white and brown and waddles as he walks to the beat of a song that he is singing to his precious. She has dinner on the table when he gets there. Usually some sumptuous delectible that they enjoy under the light of the moon. They enjoy listening to the crickets in their last chirps of the night as they whisper sweet nothings to one another and he gets ready for his happy saunter back across the street home. Pop Possum is always watching their engaging glances at one another with his shotgun at arms distance. He protects his babygirl with everything and Mr. Possum is saving his money for the day that he can pop the question. Until then it delights his heart to spend just a few hours in the presence of the love of his life.
I see him every night when I pass there. Love is in the bushes of Davidson.
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