Evening Visitor

“Come! Come!” I heard our Ukrainian guest calling frantically to the dog who was doing his pre-bedtime duty.

Dog safely bundled in her arms, she struggled to tell me there was an animal in the yard, she could not name.

An opossum. Slow, with a rather frightening face, made it’s way over the bank at the back of our yard, only to return a short time later to finish his feast at the feeders.

Always some new excitement around here, lol.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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