A lonely little possum
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​upturning stones
Searching the dirts
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​for a way to go home

But all that he knows
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​is the instinct to hunt–
Always looking down and under
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​Never up in front