Fleeing the Scene
Fleeing the Scene
The wind’s not blowing
But someone is making it seem so
Someone flittering in the flowers
The greens jittering in their pot
Right outside my wall of windows
I stand in the window to see who that someone is
Though I have a suspicion
That same someone, never before seen,
Who digs in our front flower pot, uprooting them
Who is that mischievous one?
He pops his head out of the greenery
A chipmunk finally caught in the act
He sees me towering over him
He scoots
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