Chipmunk (Nov 7 2008) ------------------------------------------------- I mourned your death, O Furry Little Creature - so small and cute you were. Day after day. Year after year. Century after century. This ritual never changes. I hold out the little peanut, you see it and stand up, sniffing the air. I shake it. You creep closer, slowly, wary. Almost close enough now. One paw reaches. I toss the peanut behind you. You start to flee, but you stop. Sniff. You grab it and scurry away. To the road. The highway. A truck is coming, but you do not see it! Splat! I will miss you, my furry friend. ------------------------------------------------- © 2005-2018 Laurence Simon