Little chipmunks,
they are so cute.
Running and jumping
in brown striped suits.

Moving with tails
standing upright,
crossing my wood pile
in soft morning light.

Returning from Florida,
I parked my car.
Exhausted and tired,
this trip was hard.

Set on no driving
for at least four days
to rest and relax
and watch wildlife play.

Sitting on my porch
a cup of coffee in hand,
I see a few chipmunks
roaming my land.

From the garden
then under my car
to the woods playing,
it’s not very far.

In the corner of my eye
and to my surprise,
the chipmunks are dancing
and doing high-fives.

Now I am sure you think
this girl is really nuts.
You have no idea,
but you need to trust.

I tell my friends
of my experience that day,
they laugh out loud
With nothing to say.

A few days later,
out for an oil change,
this is routine maintenance
and prearranged.

Sitting in the lobby
comfortably reading a book,
in comes the mechanic
with a quizzical look.

He shows me cupped hands
dirty with grease.
Opens them slowly,
they fallout piece by piece.

Hickory Nuts!
I heard myself say.
Were those in my car?
Is everything OK?

He says this is nothing
come and see for yourself.
I went back to the shop
and the engine needs help.

My entire engine area
was loaded with nuts.
Thank God, there was no fire,
that was a plus.

Those damn little chipmunks
I want to kick their butts.
They power washed my engine
and the day was just nuts.