Inuka

Farewell inuka
People mourned the passing of ah meng
I was much younger then.
I felt a twinge when the white tigers died.
A sense of time passing.
For the animals
For us
With inuka I was moved
Not just by its passing
But by the visible grief of the keepers and well wishers
Which polar bear has had so many people love it and mourn it
It must have been a great soul
For is it not our duty
To live life such that
At least one person will truly miss us?
And the more who do the more the sign of the loves your life has touched
And so a bear dies
And it may garner more missing than a beggar
Not right. By far. But still
Like that deer who attained moksha by thinking of Krishna
I hope inuka too is there now
Gamboling at His feet
Playing with his cows perhaps
God bless you dear Inuka
For bless you.