Little Chipmunk

Backyard Chipmunk

This poem was written in response to a prompt in How to Write Poetry: A Guided Journal with Prompts to Ignite Your Imagination. The chapter on syntax and diction suggested a poem where each line ends with a verb. (Spoiler alert: I often don’t completely follow the rules. ;] )

Little Chipmunk
Up his little head peaks
from his little hole-door open.
His little mind questions,
Where’s everyone positioned?
His little body scurries
across the lawn faded,
the autumn yard shaded.
To the feeder grounds he races
for its lesser seeds discarded.
His little cheeks balloon,
his little heart delights
to his little home he runs.
His house with abundance fills.
Oh, yes! Winter, she is coming.

This poem is part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.

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