Opossum and Rain

Shortly after 5 a.m. the hard rain finally started. The distant thunder and illuminating lightning approached slowly. It gave me time to walk my neighbor’s dog twice before the rain commenced. We examined every inch of the sidewalk adjacent to the street. I let the dog plow me through the low-hanging branches of the unmaintained trees. The moon was gorgeous this morning.

As we stood near the southern end of the apartment, watching the moon and sniffing the grass (mostly Jackson doing the sniffing), I heard the lightest scratch behind me, against the long wooden fence along Gregg Avenue.

A little mostly white opossum was calmly ambling behind us next to the fence. I love possums and their weird little faces. The possum turned to look up at me as it continued walking. It was less than two feet from me as it went behind me.

Jackson, on the other hand, half-jumped and froze for at least two seconds, his eyes fixed on the innocent possum. It looked like he had been hit with a taser.

I luckily locked the retractable leash as Jackson unfroze from his bewildered stance. He lunged toward the possum without barking. But it took every ounce of my weight and strength to keep him from slinging me into the fence.

I think he wanted to give the possum a kiss. The possum was uninterested in canine affection and walked to the end of the fence and turned, continuing on his way, into the much darker brush along that side of the fence.

I gave Jackson extra leash and we walked along the fence behind the possum. He sniffed like an 80s pro basketball player at a party as he followed. I tried to avoid the brush along the fence but Jackson was leading the way.

The possum finally went through a gap in the short chain link fence behind the apartments and into the wild no-man’s land there. Jackson looked up at me with a dejected look. I was glad to be able to let my guard down.

I returned to the apartment after depositing Jackson back into his lair.

I knew the lightning and rain waited. As is the case with life, everything is eventual; both the rain and the sun.

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