Different Wavelengths [Lyric Poem]

The parrot stands, as if jilted. 
The chipmunk sniffs, as if intrigued.
Parrot behaves ever so stilted.
Chipmunk is just hungry and fatigued.

Sound & Silence [Haiku]

crisp leaves rattle in a gust, 
but a chipmunk climbs in silence.

Sneak Peak [Haiku]

the chipmunk flattens,
crawling atop battlements
as if to glimpse foes

Evidence [Haiku]

two shucked nuts
sit on a stone pillar --
no squirrel in sight

Squirrel Grind [Common Meter]

The squirrel's life 's an acorn hunt:
forage and hide the nut.
But a feeble mind requires that
it hide them by the glut.

Squirrel happiness is fragile
no cache is big enough
to be certain it'll make it through
should the winter get rough. 

Oh, give me the tardigrade life,
not a doubt it'll survive.
No food, no water, vacuum of space
and the thing 's still [bleeping] alive.

Rather than gathering plenty,
I'd rather need much less,
or, at least, not be so mindless
to hoard in great excess.

DAILY PHOTO: Chipmunk Bullfighter, Amritsar

Taken in Amritsar in April of 2016

The Outsider [Haiku]

two parrots peck
as a chipmunk watches -
the outsider

DAILY PHOTO: Just What Makes that Little, Old Chipmunk…

Taken on April 10, 2016 in Amritsar

Taken on April 10, 2016 in Amritsar

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We watched a chipmunk tug a blanket up a tree in the garden of the Maharaja Ranjit Singh Panorama in Amritsar. It was neither a small cloth nor a small tree. (But the heart of that rodent was huge.) It’s a beautiful garden, and the museum is highly undervalued by the “must-visit” lists–e.g. as TripAdvisor.  If you’re in Amritsar, give it a try.

This is the tree in question.

This is the tree in question.

 

And here are some flower photos from the garden.

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This is the tree in question.

POEM: Scared Little Chipmunk

Taken at Fatehpur Sikri

Taken at Fatehpur Sikri

Poor little rodent, run up a door.

Chattering and chattering, frantic, he swore.

Babel Fish Rodentia translated his words:

“It’s not bad enough, the cats and the birds,

hectic humans and their frantic pace,

always running about like they’re in a race.

Stuck on this peg for nigh half a day.

‘A break in the traffic’, I fervently pray.

Pfff! Bipedal humans with their gigantic feet

designed to crush chipmunks right in the street.”