i did have a bit of a cry recently.
a possum i know who has a bad eye, had a little joey on her back. the little joey was so small and clung to her mothers back and when her mother came to visit me, the little baby looked at me with such innocent eyes. she seemed almost terrified about her world (not about me).
i put my finger near her nose, and she sniffed my finger, and almost decided she wanted to crawl up my arm because she knew i loved her.
she was a frightened little darling that i really wanted to take into my heart and protect and nurture. but i could not take her from the wild.
the next night, her mother(who i also love) turned up again as usual, and her baby looked sick because her eyes looked faded. i petted the baby, and i noticed she was rather cold. but i did not take the baby.
the next night, i saw the mother at my kitchen door, and when i went out to be with her , she ran off and went under my porch stairs. she seemed preoccupied with something under the stairs.
i thought "uh oh" and i got my torch and i looked under the stairs.
there was the dead body of the darling little baby.
my happiness was crushed. i could not believe that such a wonderful little girl i was starting to love was gone.
then my mind was cruel to me. i realized that possums only come out after dark, and so the little possum who died under my stairs must have crawled there after dark, and i did not check outside until 10pm.
if only i had gone out at 8pm, i may have noticed her fighting for her life under my stairs.
i would spend anything to save her, but i was too late.
i had no idea how to think about that except to cry in a way that was a serious love song to that little darling.
err i am sad again now.