Dinky
I remember Dinky, a hamster family member of mine; I had, her as a kid; a golden teddy bear with, a heart the size of Texas. Her cage was in the opposite end of our house from my bedroom. A natural born escape artist; one night as I lay dreaming that there was a hole in our roof, I could feel the frigid drops of crystal, falling through the ceiling. Up my arm the drops seemed to fall, one-by-one; was that a whisker? It was in the darkness, I reached over and lifted Dinky; in the moon’s glow, I could see a tiny pink nose twitching. She’d made the long trek through the house and found my bed. Her tiny paws were ice cold. I slid her into my pajama pocket, to warm her then, moved her cage to my bedroom. She was calm, as I slept; so pleased to be warm.
A hamster lives a
Very short life, just three years;
Rarely beyond that.
My Dinky lived five
And a quarter, she was pure
Love in a fur coat.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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