For the possum that was hit by a car

Sarah Marie Espenschied

When the frost has claimed your body,
bones brittle and frozen stiff,
I hope your soul is in a field somewhere,
among some flowers and your kin.

And when you close your eyes,
I hope you don’t see big bright lights,
but rather the stars and moon
on its fullest night.

And though there will be no funeral,
no one to mourn you but strangers passing by;
I hope, when you move on tonight,
your soul will rest in a peaceful afterlife.