Font Color=darkvioletinstincts Poem by Jane Meyer

The cleaning process starts,
the same as every other weekend.
The hamster goes in the ball,
her bedding goes in the trash.
All is going well,
until my sister notices something,
‘’Why is the trash moving? ’’
she asks, incredulous.
And a little pink baby
is pulled from amongst the wood chips.
While my sister scrambles
to remove the babies from the trash,
I get the idea to check the mom,
and sure enough,
there were two hamsters,
where there had once been one.
I figured the baby would be safe with its mom,
so I turned to help my sister.
I checked back on the mom a little while later,
and where there had once two,
there was now one and a half.

The mom had been disturbed
in the middle of her birthing
and the result was, in her terror,
she began to eat her baby.
I don’t know why she did,
nor even how she could,
but it was one of the most appalling things
I’ve ever seen in my life.

(True story)