LOST

Walking down the sandy path
Thru the trees with hanging moss
I came upon a small crab
Who told me, she was lost.

It was quiet in the woodland
I faintly heard her speak
As I walked along the path
She was heading for the beach.

“Hello, Kind Sir”, she called out loud
I stopped and looked around
She was yellow with small black eyes
She was lying on the ground.

I bent down to talk to her
She was there all by herself
She looked frightened and afraid
She was in need of help.

Said that she had lost her way
Was separated from her family
She wandered off in the dark
“Please kind sir, oh won’t you save me?”

I was afraid to pick her up
She had two sharp, pincher claws
She promised not to hurt me
So I held her in my paws.

She made her way upon my back
We walked for quite awhile
Once we made it to the beach
She looked at me and smiled.

“I don’t know how to thank you
You have surely saved my life
I thought my days were over
But, now I am all right.”

“No worries, I’m happy for you
Hope you enjoy your day”
The opossum turned and waved good bye
She watched him walk away.

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Image from Google Images: youtube.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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