day 140

(Sunday)
It's getting very difficult to post poems on the web, but I'm trying my best!

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When my hamster died
he was four years old with a belly full of sunflower seeds
He passed on his back,
stomach facing the sky as if he wanted to bring gluttony with him to heaven

Even the smallest of creatures enjoy a little sin

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Earlier that day
my mother left his cage in our backyard
so he could soak up the sun
She often treated him as a very tiny dog
I think he died of a heat stroke
or maybe old age

My older brother and I buried him under a napkin
tucked him in like a goodnight lullaby
in a YuGiOh tin card box

I like to think of the sunflowers in my backyard
as his way of showing gratitude