Lost Baby Chipmunk

Silly little chipmunk~

Silly wee thing~

Sleeping where you stand~

I wonder if you are alright~

Why won’t you run if you can?

Tiny baby chipmunk~

I come close to you~

Waiting for you to dart fast~

But nothing do you do?

Infant chipmunk~

You seem to wearily move~

Closer to me~

Than I move away afraid~

Of what you are about to do~

I am now too shy to engage.

Lost baby chipmunk~

Where is your mother? ~

Maybe you think it is me? ~

But I am not~

I am a species of another.

Sleepy baby~

As I leave~

You follow me and cuddle close~

I do think you are confused~

As you dreamily snuggle to my feet~

Oddly I do find it very sweet.

I know to run away~

Hoping you are Ok~

So your real mom can find you~

To collect you~

For your proper nappy place.

I gaze on from my front porch~

To see if you wake up to find~

Your real mother looking for you~

Praying for your safety all the time.

Alas you perk up to join with~

Another sibling on the scene~

You both partake playing hide and go seek~

Amongst the nooks and crannies in the old stone wall~

I can hear both of your little peeps.

Next you both taking what you think refuge~

Under the violet leafs that have now grown tall and big~

Like the safety of little umbrellas shading from the sun~

I see you both again fall fast asleep~

Now that you had so much fun.

Silly little chipmunks~

Silly wee things~

Sleeping where you stand~

I wonder if you will be alright~

As I leave you in GODS hands.

By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv

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