Death strikes

A street cat had kept three kitten at the back of my house,wonderful little creatures, I had never liked cats before but after watching them playing around I started loving them and developed very close fondness -Morning tea with kittnes and evenings with kitten and their frog hunt.

The picture on left was taken in may last week, this one was brown male, missing since first week of june.

Another one is waiting to die while I write this and can hear her some time as the wounds form dog bites take the tole on her little frail body, the skin on left thigh has been completely eaten away and three legs are broken, yet she managed to crawl back to our place and now she is on medication for pain and antiboitics.

And today only 3 little birdies fell from the nest and died, though I tried to put one back a while ago, when I wentt back to see if its alright after an hour all three were lying on gound dead, their eyes which never opened would stay closed for ever, but why ?

Somehow its not fair, But then that is the way it is, its not my rule its nature and it works like this - hand in hand with death, every day.