A large, dark grey girl possum ran up the ramp...
She's moving with a view to going somewhere...
She pauses at that magic spot under the ramp that leads to the roof...
Jump up, turn around, and off you go...
As she did... ha ha.
But perhaps not because she was making her way that way......
There was an added incentive, but possibly not the incentive she'd had in mind...
Babs came roaring up the ramp, behind her, and delivered a solid blow to her rump...
Incentive, enough, I think, ha ha.
She likes to run a tight ship, does Babs, ha ha.
I've heard her out the back during the night, calling out to all and sundry...
The grunting, the growling, the startlingly blood curdling noises... ha ha.
I don't think I want to know what she's saying, ha ha.
I suppose before too long there'll be Babs plus one, again...
I'd better get into the routine of putting more out for her breakfast than just seed...
If it keeps her happy, as I'm fond of saying, then that's what matters, ha ha.
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