A Warm Start To a Cool Day
The chipmunk bares her teeth, not in anger, but in fun, and to scare her enemy.
I meander a bit to the left,
letting the cool grass push me along,
and then I shoot off with a bit of sass,
Intimidated, but not daring to show how much.
I do not take a backwards glance.
Chipmunk one, garter snake zero,
but it is a cool, pretty day, and I do not care as I slither to
the wetness of my marsh.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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