Snow fell, thick as oatmeal, filled the sky with white wonder,
and piled up on the backs of bewildered turkeys.
Afterwards, one of the night crew, a young possum, came out to find a snack.
Then he was off on a mission, undeterred by his bad hair day.
He stopped under the stone bench.
It seemed to be familiar territory; he had probably been here many times at night.
From the shelter of his den tree, high overhead,
a young squirrel looked on, happy that the sun was back.
