For National Opossum Day I wanted to share this poem that resonates with me.
Pinkie Possums
I found pinkie possums…
Poor babies were cold.
I ever so gently warmed…
They were not very old.
Then I gave a sub Q…
Hydration I increased.
Wrinkles in their skin…
Would soon decrease.
I eased in a feeding tube…
To fill their bellies well.
Soon will be formula…
After waiting for a spell.
Little ears perked up…
They began to move.
I knew right then…
They would improve.
Many sleepless nights…
Are soon to be ahead.
They pottied and peed…
Then snuggled in their bed.
I am very committed…
To help them grow and thrive.
I will do whatever it takes…
To keep them healthy and alive.
Each and every feed…
I place them on the scale.
Their little noses are pink…
No rings around the tail.
They began to grow…
Have learned how to lap.
A very exciting milestone…
Finally, I can nap.
Now eating their veggies…
Active and alert.
They are no longer pinkies…
They scavenge in the dirt.
Release day is here…
All are ready and prepared.
No longer dependent…
No longer scared.
They did not look back…
Not even to say goodbye.
I am very happy for them…
No tears in my eye.
I rehab possums…
It is not about me.
I return them to the wild…
Where they are meant to be.
-Renia Kyle. R.N.-
Permitted Wildlife Rehabber
