Squirrels live on coconut trees doing squirrel things, scampering on agile butterfly feet, scratching their ears with baby fingers, cleaning their bushy tails, playing endless games of catch-me-if-you-can and standing on their hind feet and warming their fluffy tummies in the first rays of the morning sun when all is well and ummmmmmmm happy in their small squirrel world.
And then one night when you return after a long day sliding rapidly into the harshness of hospital corridor lights just-like-that, one of them lies dead near the gate, ants crawling over his tiny head, rigid softness not melting under your sudden bitter tears and gentle finger caresses.
And then you bury him between shoeflower plants in the wet earth hoping that he will yet feel the sun again through the bright pink petals of a flower, and that the God of Small Things will yet have mercy on him...
Jan 04, 2005
And then one night when you return after a long day sliding rapidly into the harshness of hospital corridor lights just-like-that, one of them lies dead near the gate, ants crawling over his tiny head, rigid softness not melting under your sudden bitter tears and gentle finger caresses.
And then you bury him between shoeflower plants in the wet earth hoping that he will yet feel the sun again through the bright pink petals of a flower, and that the God of Small Things will yet have mercy on him...
Jan 04, 2005
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