Elucidating Questions

It’s so strange

I’ve thought about it several times it’s so strange

Without a plan for where to be in five years’ time you make a silent promise to these three little lives

You bring infant animals into your home,

They are terrified

But, you love them.

They just don’t know it yet.

All at once you’ve brought home three lives who will only see you or anyone else who happens by

For the rest of their lives

You can’t own them,

They are, in their separate existences, wild

As wild as any other human on the street

You may be bigger

You may keep them

But you never own them, their lives are as their own as any life is

Looking at Spinel

She’s the smallest, but I think of the smallest creature with a brain

It’s just for moving, just for moving

Yet these tiny lives who have found me

They each have something

They have something that no one else has

Spinel doesn’t run when I pick her up, she burrows into my hair

Stop eating my hair you mite

Wanders up and down the blanket

Exploring and whispering her tale all the way

But she hides, is still scared when I enter the room

Tanzanite is different

She greets me with whistles and purrs when I put her home.

The bowl is hers

No the bowl is not yours Tanzy you have to share

The water bottle is also hers

No

The toys are probably hers too

She cuddles.

Falls fast asleep and tells me all about it when I wake her up by shifting

She dances for her supper

She hops all about as if she’s never seen such a grand feast

When she sees one every day around the same time

Ruby

Quiet little Ruby

Spinel and Tanzanite go racing and racing around the cage and

Poor Ruby wants to take a nap in the tunnel on their race track

She cries when I pick her up

But she cuddles like a snug little pup

She won’t accept treats from my fingers but will eat them if I’m not looking and she

Definitely doesn’t like belly rubs

She loves belly rubs

She does not

She does

Three tiny lives who will live their lives within my life and it happened all in a flash like

These are for me

This is the story I’m telling the umbrella

It’s so strange

But I love them

And I’ve promised them

And no matter how bad the day was

One of my babies will pur in my ear at the end of the day