Best Chipmunk Poems
As I was sitting on a bench and I was looking at this tree
Down ran a chipmunk, who came to say hello to me
I reached inside my tote bag to see what I could find
To give to Mr. Chipmunk while he sat on his behind
I found a bag of peanuts that would suit him very well
I watched him crack them open as he threw away the shell
Down ran another chipmunk to join in for the feast
But she was very cautious, I guess she thought I was a beast
I said hello to Mrs. Chipmunk as she puckered up her cheeks
But she ate so many peanuts that she really couldn't speak
Down ran baby chipmunk as curious as can be
To join in for the picnic; oh my god, now there are three
After they had eaten they had left some peanut trails
Then they chirped to tell me thank you and they wagged their little tails
I'll see you all tomorrow, I want you all, to please come back
I'll bring some peanut butter if you'd like another snack
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Said the Chipmunk to the Hawk
Said scared, little, tail-striped chipmunk to red-tailed hawk,
“I am hidden over there where you will not find me.”
Said hawk in a swoop to another branch, “Jiggle that
tail again, so I’ll dive and sweep you off to heaven!”
Crouching as flat to the earth as she could be, chip-
munk said, “But I am already there where all points
of heaven reveal bliss...” which did perplex red-tail hawk,
who gawked up, then scanned all around for
some clue of heaven in this forest he knew he knew,
as she provoked, “You see?” But with his instincts
darting everywhere, hawk replied, “You lie! You
make riddles of my threat!” To which she flashed to
the opening of her tunnel, quick as light, calling,
“Heaven does contrive for good in life!” Hawk
affirmed a new place of some prey and turned.
Was he not made to hunt? Not for dramas like this?
Hawk bent over his feet, lifted his wings into flight
aimed at rustling leaves not far away. Hawk, while in
his flash, asked his forest, “Heaven, does it spread
as far as over there where I go?” Forest said, “No know,
no.” Hawk did not understand...In her tunnel, chip-
munk dropped two acorns from her cheeks to eat.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2/2021
Chinnu, the chipmunk got a gift, a corn,
from her best friend, Hugo, the hippo.
She planned to eat the tasty corn soon,
and meet Hugo the next afternoon
to give him a large pear that she’d stored
in her burrow near the neem tree.
An idea sparked in Chinnu’s brain then.
She thought, ‘Why can’t I give Hugo right now
his return gift?’ - but did not know how.
It was late evening and getting dark,
still, she hurried and leapt across the park
and looked for Hugo here and there.
Nowhere to find him, she felt very sad
and sat near the swamp, feeling so bad.
“Hello my friend”, there came a voice
from behind. Chinnu turned back to find
her friend right there and felt so glad.
She gave the pear to Hugo, the hippo.
He gulped it at once and said with a smile
“what a yummy treat I got to eat!”
Date: 03/10/2023
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A Chipmunk
Alvin the chipmunk
Dressed like a rock punk
Got not
Tie dot
Sure smelled like a skunk
Written: Dec.6,2015
Theresa
My coat streaked in shades of brown
My home borrowed in the ground
Cheeks full with summers plunder
Winter is coming will there be enough I wonder
Nuts and seed are enough to please
For these I gather with expertise
Shucking and shelling to reveal my foils
Carefully tucking them away so not a one spoils
They say I'm a mammal small in size
I say please don't chastise
For that little debility
I make for with speed and agility
For I am Chipmunk
Not some little punk
dead chipmunk
black cat’s doorstep gift---
exit shriek
A hot breeze blew the other day, as the Chipmunk Kid rode into Troll Lake Town.
He rode on the oldest, slowest steed, that I had ever seen, a Snail called Abilene.
He came a packing, with a six shooter acorn gun, riding low, for an easy draw.
Armadillo Billy The Sling Shot Kidster, was his intended target, you know, y’all.
Sheriff Bunny Garrett said, he’d shot Billy down, but the word had gotten round.
Billy was alive and in our town, so The Chipmunk Kid wanted him found, right now!
A meaner glare, had never been seen, as it slowly moved, around our town. Tho…
Something seemed amiss; perhaps it was his crossed eyes, and petulant frown.
Climbing down from his stead, he landed face down, in the snail slime of his stead,
On that fateful day, Billy solemnly shook his head, at the craziness of this strange Kid.
The Chipmunk Kid had moxie, but little else of praise or glory, I can honestly say.
For when we told him Billy was here, The Chipmunk Kid, then fainted straight away.
Not to mention, his snail stead, old Abilene, shied away, when this happened, too.
Now, he could have grabbed the reigns, for Abilene had only moved, an inch or two.
But the Chipmunk Kid was a bit flighty, you see, as he took his lasso from his side.
Before he was done he’d tied himself up, and Dear old Billy, couldn't help but smile.
Armadillo Billy knew he’d won in that minute, not having to fire a single slingshot.
That’s how, it should be done, he knew, after seeing what the Kid had wrought.
He was happy, to just once see, ALL come out alive, still knowing that he had won.
They became fast friends, with time, as he taught The Kid the true meaning, of life.
They had lots of time, you know, as Abilene, couldn't seem to make it out of town.
Poor old Abilene was winded, from extended travel to find our beloved, little town.
It turned out; he wasn't a snail after all, just a very confused and ancient old slug.
So, as you might have guessed, we did naturally make room, as we usually do…
Yes, for the illustrious Chipmunk Kid, and Abilene, his dear old slug.
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
Chipmunk scurries past
Today, acorns to bury
for winter comes fast.
I love to tease and tear around your yard,
while happily chattering and chirping away.
I enjoy searching for acorns and other nuts,
and stuffing my cheeks full while I run and play.
I sometimes find a rare delicacy in your yard,
yummy tulip bulbs and fresh ornamental flowers.
I recently ate your huge orange hibiscus bloom,
and hope you add more, as your garden has room.
I have several shared living dens in your backyard,
and my family loves the perennial garden the best.
We love to hide among the decorative gnomes,
while chirping and teasing your huge dog on guard.
I love to tease the neighbor’s cat, chirping when he appears,
and laughing at him, as I safely scurry back under your fence.
I continue keeping busy visiting your feeders to steal seeds,
feasting and storing while preparing for my winter needs.
Up in the tree
looks at me; smiles
with glee, it talks.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
©2005
Sitting on a rooftop
About one hundred feet from me
Was a big old hooting owl
Eyeing a chipmunk in a tree
It was early in the morning
And the sun was on the rise
When his wings began to flutter
As the sun glared in his eyes
The chipmunk started chirping
As he ran away to play
And the owl kept on hooting
Because his breakfast ran away
The
Chipmunk
Chirps loudly
Scurries about
Across the stone wall
Chasing others
Playful ways
Hide and
Seek
Heidi Sands
8/6/17
He owned a pet chipmunk named Georgie McGee
who loved to eat almonds while counting to three
little by little he inched his way in
nuzzling sweetly right up to Quinn
who never thought squirrels could live duty free
He ravaged tomatoes and ate little leaves
while Quinnie reviewed every pet peeve
he dug up the flowers
and never did shower
as he squabbled and quabbled without a reprieve
He never did shoe him nor send him away
for happy go lucky would eat then make way
he ate from his finger
but never did linger
how old he was? well, he never did say !
Tiny chipmunks play; chasing all day
One another through my gutters.
Fur balls of joy, Chip and Dale;
Melting my heart and soul;
Is a chipmunk’s goal.
They feel my joy;
Elation;
When they
Play.