Chipmunk Winter…A Poem.

Chipmunk Winter

Little chipmunks have gone to bed,

Nice soft grass is under their head.

Safe and warm in their little home,

They dream of spring, when they can roam.

For now they’re happy as can be,

Content and warm with food from me.

I can just see them snuggled there,

Curled up so tight without a care.

Now, their home, I would love to see,

Many peanuts they have from me.

They gather them all summer long,

Those chubby cheeks sure must be strong.

A long time now it sure will be,

Before my chipmunks I will see.

© 2019 Steve McLeod.

Empty Restaurant.

Hello and welcome to another day in the life of Steve.  Strange things happen to me sometimes.  Wait, they happen to me a lot.  Sigh.20190927_133335

Some time ago, not recently, there was a nice looking little country restaurant so I stopped in.  There was 2 cars parked in front so I wouldn’t be alone this time.  I go in.  No one inside.  I walk to a table and sit down.  It was a nice looking, though small, restaurant.  A head peaked out the kitchen door.  Then a guy comes out and says, you want somethin?  No, I just came in to rest my feet.  I didn’t actually say that, but almost did.  I’ll have a coffee and the breakfast special, I said.  Okay, he said and disappeared into the kitchen.  He came back with the coffee pot and a cup.20191009_150153

He stared inside the cup.  Then blew into it.  I should have left at that point, but hey, I wanted breakfast.  I better get a different cup, he said, this one is dirty.  At least he recognized that.  He left the coffee pot on the table and left.  I waited.  And waited.  Was I supposed to drink right out of the coffee pot?  Finally he comes back with another cup.  This one is clean, he said.  It took him that long to find a clean cup?  We also don’t have the breakfast special today, he added.  Okay, I will have bacon and eggs and toast, I said. Okay, and he left.20191009_145909

He comes back.  What kind of bread do you want.  I figured I better make this easy for the guy and just asked for white bread.  He left.  Comes back a short time later and says they don’t have any white bread.  How about rye?  He goes.  He comes back and says they don’t have any rye bread either.  What do you have?  Actually, he says, we don’t have any bread.  Now why didn’t he tell me this right away?  I’ll still have the bacon and eggs, with hash browns.  Okay, and off he went.  I really should have left, but it was getting interesting.

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The end of another season.

He comes back.  We don’t have any bacon, would sausages be okay?  Fine.  Off he goes.  He returns a short time later.  I still don’t smell anything cooking.  We don’t have any sausages, he says.  Do you have eggs and hash browns?  He leaves.  I should have.  He comes back.  Actually, he says, we don’t have any food.  We will be going shopping this morning.  I just stared.  Want more coffee, he says.  No thanks.  I paid for my coffee and left.  Once in my car I burst out laughing! 

Everything here is true, exactly as happened.  Some days are like that with me.  Never dull.  Enjoy your day and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

© 2019 Steve McLeod.