Lester and Chester
fell onto the cool spring ground.
A mighty wind had blown them,
mama nowhere to be found.
Two yards apart, they lay quite still,
one on concrete, one on earth-
both near death
till humble hands retrieved
their furry bodies
pulsing still with life,
and placed them in a shoebox,
on a soft bed of grass and leaves
Two gray-furry babies.
Two weeks old.
Too weak to move.
Taken to a child’s room,
warmed, loved, fed by droppersful,
all to no avail.
Rushed to a rescue
which only did chastise
for all the child tried.
Tears of sadness cried
when first Lester,
then Chester died.