Analysis of Playing Possum

She found a little fur ball,
At least that's what we thought.
To be completely honest,
We didn't know what she had caught.

From across the golf greens she came,
With her brother and their find,
Packing the little fat rascal,
In a paper cup clown hat design.

She asked if she could keep him?
She needed a box for him to nest.
He must be hungry and scared,
Fetch a tasty carrot he can ingest.

Cuddled next to her young life,
She claimed this something or other,
Coddling, spoiling and loving,
Like a protective substitute mother.

Back to the fields, dad commanded,
To the very spot first attained,
The fat, woolly little Pika disappeared,
Playing possum had been his special game.