Skittish little chipmunk
At first you'd not come near.
My hand was full of plump seed
But your hunger out weighed by fear.
Patiently I watched you
As you'd flit real close then flee
And in a very short time
You were use to me.
Now each morn is started
With a joyful ritual
As you jump into my hand
And your chubby cheeks you fill.
Fall will slip upon us
You'll retreat into you den
To enjoy the seed you've stored up.
I'll miss you little friend.
Hopefully come Spring
You'll be out about once more.
Know I will be waiting
With your favorite seed in store.