Chester is Gone

Chester, Summer 2015

Chester, Summer 2015

I have no pets. I have never had pets.

I care for animals far too much to ever subject myself to so much pain.

The love. The loss.

But then came Chester.

Chester.

Guarding his sugar-water.

Perched proudly like a little eagle upon a wooden skewer

gripping tightly with his tiny Hummingbird feet.

“Stay away!” he would say. “This is my sugar-water!”

Months passed.

September came.

Chester is gone.

The sugar-water remains as a sad reminder

glistening outside my window.

How stupid was I to ever even think of naming a wild creature?

Nothing but a guarantee for heartbreak.

Bon Voyage my “Little Bumblebee”

Bon Voyage.

 

 

 

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