To the Chipmunk In the Garden
I will not beseech you
stop stuffing yourself near to exploding
even though I feel a need to
take the sunflowers, blossoms eroding
heads bowed in solemn, silent foreboding
save the seeds
ignore the needs
of one so wild
and bold as he feeds
to allay the memory of freeze on this August day so mild
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