Tiny twitch of fur, hapless sugar glider
snagged by a fold of skin on a barbed wire fence
catches my daughter’s eye.
Its animated little head has bulging night-time eyes
and mouth full of fierce chatter.
Back from her run, she screws up her face
and makes short bursts of sound in imitation,
to show us how it went.
A neighbour she’d recruited is bitten on the hand
and gets his gloves to have another go.
When sugar glider scurries free, it shows no hurt,
and finds a tree.
© Steve Isham 2006