A possum is spotted

Hunting, sneaking, searching.

A man emerges in the distance

Running, scurrying, panting.

Escaped.

The quoll is still not safe

The man continues his search, waiting on his perch.

The quoll thinks it is clear and continues the hunt.

Bang goes the gun, slash, goes the axe, running is the quoll.

Nimble, nifty, neat, the quoll runs past his feet.

Bewildered and bamboozled, is the man

The quoll has escaped.