Detritus

Found a dead baby possum this morning...cold...stiff...having struggled its way onto the patio cement...looking for momma perhaps...such a behemoth effort to move so far from the tree...from the midnight scene of utter chaos...of momma playing dead...of siblings scattered on the dirt...somehow you were overlooked in the dark...maybe you crawled blindly in the opposite direction...even in the dawn light of the next day you remained camouflaged...you looked like a leaf...or a cluster of dirt...immune even from the sniffings of the hound...the perpetrator of the whole mess...and when I saw you I so hoped for some movement...some indicator of life...of the opportunity to warm you...to bring you back...but no...not to be...only a gentle pickup...wrapped in clean white paper...deposited with the soft yard detritus...back to nature...back to your creator...