My eyes caught hold to a miserable sight

And I tried to disband it- I tried my might.

But what was seen wasn't the best scene,

A tiny little squirrel, abandoned, unclean.

Why was she left alone?

Where was her mother? Her twin-like clone?

And her nest, a home I did not see.

Recollecting, neither did I see a tree.

Tiny frail being, who had no home-

Had nothing to protect her; no shield nor dome.

It stepped a bit, then dropped and went still.

How could I look away, when my heart it did steal?

Poor spawn of this world that cares not

Who offers only leaves, not a single cot!

"My dear," I called out, not wanting to mumble.

"Do not fret," she answered, "For I am humble.

"Do you see those leaves that fall not in one piece?

I am not thee, for I fall in peace.

Though unsheltered and fatigued (this world does taunt),

Shephered I am, though not lamb, I shall not want."

Death fell about her eyes, beautiful and sweet.

She conquered my heart- conquered its beat!

What I had seen was a magnificient scene;

A tiny little squirrel, shephered and clean.