Not an Edgar Allan Poe, but I had to pen this from this morning.  A possum was laying in the road dead, or I assume because its hindquarters were smashed. But the eyes looked a live?as the reflection of my headlights shot back at me.  I don't creep out on anything, but I thought of the rabbit in the Monty Python's Holy Grail movie and thought of this...

Dead Possum

• Laying in the road with blood flow
• Or maybe not with eyes aglow
• A piercing look right in me
• Why won't you let me be
• I swerve to miss
• I can hear you hiss
• That haunting look
• A curse that shook
• Oh, dead possum in the road
• Why weren't you just a toad
• Your look won't let me be
• I feel you lurching for me
• It wasn't I that hit you
• But you'll make me pay that due
• The road I feel it closing in
• The cars coming at me to pin
• You're just a carcass I can see
• But your stare still rips in me
• Don't cast upon me no spell
• I didn't run over your tail