Late afternoon, autumn is coming to an end, Light is fading fast as clouds gather overhead, Frederick Henry Bay, although calm, sends It’s waves crashing on the rocky shore instead.
We go together in the gathering gloom, Me on the scooter and Jeremy beside, Along the coastal track when that bushland room Revealed an inhabitant of that countryside.
A brush tailed possum ambled across the track Into the sags beside, onto a fallen tree Where we rediscovered possum peering back, Fur fluffed, hunching down, watching us warily.
So beautiful, so special this wildlife of ours, We could just stand and watch for hours and hours!
Bill Edmunds 