There is a little chipmunk
living in my yard. 
She’s taken up residence
under a rotting log.

A squirrel climbs the tree
next to the bird feeder.
Then jumps on the pole
and begins to beat it.

The cracked corn and seed
falls all around.
The squirrel hops off 
and eats the corn on the ground.

The chipmunk is watching
perched on her log.
Waiting for the squirrel 
to vacate the yard.

But, as the squirrel leaves
other guests arrive.
Two turtle doves
with eating on their mind.

They waddle around
pecking up the seed.
Crisscrossing each other
no direction, no need.

Is the chipmunk impatient?
I see her tail rise.
In an instant she dashes, 
to the doves’ surprise.

Off fly the doves,
flustered and scared.
Their breakfast is over,
this chipmunk don’t care.

She fills her cheeks 
with all kinds of seed.
Satisfied and happy
the chipmunk then leaves. 

There is a little chipmunk
living in my yard.
She’s taken up residence
under a rotting log.