He came on the smile of a summer’s breeze.
He was so lost and helpless, so full of need.
I found him crying atop a red ant’s hill.
So afraid; so tiny just waiting to be mangled and killed.
I rush headstrong out across the neighbor’s yard.
And I reach the poor little thing before he’s hit by a car.
I picked him up and held him close to my beating heart.
I knew at once I would try to save him though I knew it would be hard.
He was maybe ten or eleven days old.
And despite the warm sun, he felt so cold.
I tried to put him with one of our nursing cats.
However all she did was look evil; hiss and spat.
So I fix him a safe place in a cage beneath our old shed.
I try to give him milk or else he would soon be dead.
I even gave him a most unoriginal name.
I called him snowball despite the weather in which he came.
Two days and two nights, 15ml of milk and I thought he would be alright.
However when I awoke this morning to give him breakfast so early and bright.
I found that my little snowball had passed from this life… and I cried.
I had a little service beneath an old chinaberry tree in the coolness of the shade.
Now he rest in peace with so many others that over the years I could not save.
Its such a shame, oh such a crying shame to see life just slip away;
All of life this…our most precious life; the greatest of gifts we could ever claim.
J. Allen Wilson © 6/4/08