Little Pema

Little Pema passed on

Without seeing the world

Somewhere beyond my sight

And tears

Knowing release from her bonds

She will find equanimity

On the other shore beyond!

Every once in a while, we get a little jolt out of our complacency. For most I know, life is good. Food is aplenty and the sun will shine forever.

Such a tiny little thing. Yelping. There she was, a helpless little grey wriggling mass with her birthbag still attached. Those big fierce yellow ants were attacking her, snipping her.

It was by sheer chance that I was tidying up the leaves that morning, something rarely done.

Fed her the best way I could come up with. With baby pet nipples and syringe. Looked like she did a few gulps. Tucked her nicely in and hopefully to a cosy sleep and in the morning hope that she would gain a little more strength. 

But it was not to be. She did not survive the night.

It was sad to see her leave. There is always sadness when things like this happen.

She had many hours under the hot sun. Dehydration or maybe just water might have given her a better chance? Maybe her mother knew she was too weak and abandoned her? So many ifs and ors. Denial!