“Luna! Stop it! Let go of that ‘possum! Astrid! Get out of it! You’ll get bitten! Luna! Do you hear me!? Stop it! Let go! Astrid! Get out of the way! Luna!”
Snarls, hisses, and the crashing of garden tools for effect
The wolf-dog-coyote things sang in the fields The dogs fought with a ‘possum in the shed Which wasn’t organized very well before But after the fight one can’t even step inside
The ‘possum has at last safely escaped The little dogs are quite proud of themselves They and I are all panting for breath And the wolf-dog-coyote things have gone quiet
The rural life does not often admit Time for meditation, reflection, and peace
Did Wordsworth have dachshunds and 'possums around Grasmere?