Watching the chipmunks, listening to rain, feeling the pain, touched the brain. And out came this poem. I hope you will enjoy it.
Chipmunks running all around,
Hiding peanuts underground.
Finding food, getting ready,
This winter they’ll be ready.
When it’s raining still they go,
Quickly now before the snow.
They will soon now go and hide
In their homes, and there abide.
Right now going in the rain,
Idea comes from their brain.
Get some wood and build an ark,
Fill with peanuts dawn till dark.
It rains nearly every day,
So they are smart, I do say.
Smarter still, they stay inside,
From winter’s cold they will hide!
© 2019 Steve McLeod.