Axl Chuck Rodent

Story:
One morning, my dad called us to the yard, and showed us a tiny pink thing, wriggling and squirming on the ground. It seemed unlike a rat, yet it was undoubtedly a rodent. We eventually decided it was a squirrel. It was only a few days old, it's eyes were still firmly shut. We stayed up, constantly feeding it milk, water and cleaning it with cotton. It seemed as if it could possibly survive. One day, as per recommendations of the internet, we fed it lactogen. It was too much for its weak body to handle this new food and he peacefully passed away.

Poem (The Actual Tribute):

1)Wriggling, squirming in the sun
Have your threads of life been spun?
Pink and naked, eyes wide shut
Your fallen body still uncut.

The squirrel's nest, up on high
From there to our world, you did fly.
Our exclamations at your arrival
Our hesitations of your survival.

A shoe box, padded in cotton
The air holes, not forgotten
Furry, scratching at the air
Hoping to see if your mother's there.

Chorus:
Hush, little Axl, it'll be allright
Keep your spirits up, we'll continue to fight
Hang in there, little buddy, we'll pull you through
Keep you alive, give you life anew.

Do you have a chance, will you amaze?
Will you survive through the coming days?
Axl Chuck Rodent, fur caramel brown,
Don't go to heaven and let us down.

2) Milk being fed, a true achievement
But will your saga end in bereavement?
Can you survive, Axl, through this test?
Or will you ascend on your celestial quest?

1:30 in the morning, the light flips on,
Time to feed you, else you'll be gone.
Little lips, smacking to and fro
Your movements pained, your wriggling slow.

Are you deteriorating, Axl Chuck?
In in death's mire, now permanently stuck?
The cotton cleaning, gently rubbed
The milk off your tiny body scrubbed.

3) The next day was Monday, feeling blue
Thankfully Axl had pulled through
School we went, mom was taking care
As Axl waved his hands throughout the air.

Lactogen was the new food fed
Too much to take, you ended up dead.
We buried you amongst the leaves littered
Our hearts heavy and embittered.

When you run around the great tree in the sky
And witness all the angels fly
Axl, remember us, who tried our best
To save you, but ultimately put you to rest.