The Mountain Pygmy Possum

The Mountain Pygmy Possum 

Ground dwelling on the cold mossy rocks 

Zipping through the dense bush land 

Heart beating like the pulse in my wrist

He tastes the sickly sweet of nectar and florals 

Shooting him to unknown lands like a star in the deep night 

Sun bakes the alpine rocks and boulder fields 

The heat sizzles the ground with its golden glow 

This galactic radiance scorches the tree top canopy 

I bathe in a blanket of warmth 

I hear splashes of excitement coming from children escaping the burning hotness 

Drops of water like a shower of diamonds on Neptune