BACKYARD PETS
Chipmunks scurry here and there
And visit at my feet
Where I have placed a dish of seeds
That offers them a treat
They fill their grotesque pouches
Then take it down to store
Where it’s added to their larder
Then they return for more
Sometimes they put their little paws
Upon my fingertips
To reach the seeds within my palm
With tiny nibbling lips
My yard is full of openings
To tunnels underground
With nesting dens and pantries
Where they live all year ‘round
4/6/00 Phyllis DeWitt -VanVleck