Chipmunk
Tail held high
Sprints across the street
On the fly -
To get to the other side
His only goal
There to dive
In another hole -
But wait,
Half way across
His small attention span
Gets lost -
The aroma of an acorn
Lingers upon the center line
With just one sweet sniff
He knows what he must find -
Turning
With the street
Several cars
He does meet -
Dodging them all
In and out
Strictly by chance
Blindly following his commanding snout -
Desire rules
Over fear for death's sake
Find the acorn
Whatever it takes -
At length
Circling full around
Back to where he started
In his own abode, under the ground -
Silly
He thinks to self,
That seductive sweet scent
Was the nut, here, on my own home shelf -
... So, back out
Once more he goes
Resuming his daily routine
Of crossing the road -
A great write, Poor chipmunk never quite making it, I guess they were there before roads that are no use to them.
I've always loved chipmunks and squirrels, there real underdogs for working class heros.
A great poem, like it, my attention span is about the same, a great write.
He crossed that road because we put it in his way. I call on all chipmunks to rebel and have their day! Nuts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Same reason as the chicken - to get to the other side! Seriously, this poem suggests that we expend a great deal of time and energy looking for the treasures we already possess if we did but realize. Good one.