I saw you dying in the garden bed
you were not your frisky little self
hurry quick under the deck
cheeks puffed out with bird seed
I called you Chippy when I saw you
childhood joy of seeing a chipmunk
I buried you under the rhododendron
where other pets are now bones
you were my wild one
who came unannounced
wanting food
I was sad when Chippy died
but yesterday I saw three more
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open mike at dVerse
I haven’t yet had a Wild One making my spot it’s home – and I don’t count the monkeys!
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Who cannot smile at the Chippies … and there are always at least three more! I was touched you buried him in your pet cemetery.
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A great Eulogy for Chippy
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Thanks – hard not to lament a chipmunk
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I second the great eulogy comment. Well done!
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Thanks
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Fantastic.
This is my favorite section:
“I buried you under the rhododendron
where other pets are now bones
you were my wild one
who came unannounced”
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Thanks – a bear has been sited in my neighborhood so not looking forward to that unannounced visitor.
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Yes the wild ones die too… most of them are not buried.
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Nice remembrance of a wild chipmunk. I am surprised you could tell them apart.
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A tender tale of life’s end and new beginnings. All those sunrise, sunsets in life. I think about these things a lot lately and wonder how sentient other life is and if we’re all flung to space to start again somewhere else in other ways after leaving this one on earth. Lovely poem.
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This is so poignant! Well penned.
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