The chipmunk,
tippy-toed on his tiny back feet,
reached up to the stem of
a fluffy, yellow flower,
pulled it down gently,
and buried his face in its center.
Eyes closed
as he breathed in its essence,
I swear I saw him smile.
The chipmunk,
tippy-toed on his tiny back feet,
reached up to the stem of
a fluffy, yellow flower,
pulled it down gently,
and buried his face in its center.
Eyes closed
as he breathed in its essence,
I swear I saw him smile.
Jessica L. Morris 