I Am Much Cuter Than
I am much cuter than those squirrels.
I see them in the morning when they
don’t think anyone is watching,
primping and posing and fluffing
those tails, rubbing their teeth on
the maple leaves to shine them,
rehearsing their inane chatter.
I choose a quieter life style,
living in an underground
estate, multiple entrances,
sensible rooms, and a large
storage space. I must collect
nuts and seeds, while at the
same time, evading the beaks
of the birds, the claws of the cats,
and the mockery of the squirrels.
I tried speaking to one, one day.
As he picked a seed aril from
his teeth, he laughed, and made a snide
remark about my skinny, rudder tail.
The birds, though they never stop
squawking, have little to say. The old
owl, though given to wisdom, seems
to have a focused interest in me,
as supper. One old lady says that
I am cute, and tosses me seeds and
acorns. I do appreciate the handouts,
but chatter my sharp and frightening
teeth at her just in case any of the
squirrels are watching. I have seen my
reddish brown, skinny tailed, spotted
image in the window of the basement.
I am one handsome chipmunk.
I am much cuter than those squirrels.
John G. Lawless
7/22/2014
Contest - Animals Alive
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