Chipmunk running across the ground,
Looking for whate’er can be found.
He stops and sees me sitting there,
And scampers o’er without a care.
Soon he is sitting on my knee,
Just waiting there so joyfully.
For he has learned to get his food,
From one sure place that’s really good.
He likes to fill his cheeks right up,
I’m sure he’d like to take the cup.
He bounces away happily,
And returns again hurriedly.
Tug on my jeans lets me know,
He’s here again, ready to go.
Peanuts he loves to take away,
Storing them for a winter day.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
June 23 is Chipmunk Appreciation Day!