Varmints

It was one of those evenings where the cold was slowly seeping in from the north pulling in the moisture from the south. The rain was steady and sometimes hard. The moon would be full in two days time but was obscured by the dense clouds above. The gas lamps were under repair so there were only a few lights on the street high up in the tall pines. Unfolding the umbrella on the porch he set out to retrieve the mail which was still in the box near the street. No one was out on such a night except perhaps a dementor or two. As he stepped down on to the drive he saw the figure moving slowly down the street. He looked old with the high arch in his back and awkward gait. Unsure as to what the creature might be he followed him down the street. Perhaps a very large cat, but not very cat like. No, it was the largest opossum he had ever seen. The possum is definitely the most repulsive member of the marsupial family . When you see one you just want to grap a bat and club him. This creature does not even have the appeal of the nutria he had seen at the golf course pond last weekend. The varmint continued down the street so he was allowed to live another day.