When we moved in, our garden held
vines of strawberries, red.
I was delighted! My heart just swelled!
My very first flowering bed!
I picked ripe ones daily, elated was I
for this treasure that now was all mine.
That is, 'til the day that I happened to spy
A chipmunk with fruit from my vine!
He sat eating breakfast, his tush on the leaves.
He chewed at a languorous pace.
My eyes gaped, my throat choked, I could not believe
I'd had food from that chipmunk's same place.
I ate no more berries; the thought made me hurl.
I wanted no part of that bounty.
The day I'd share food with that small quasi-squirrel
is the day I would move from this county!
In a POEM of any style, and to a maximum length of 35 lines, write about a creature or animal that you might find living in a garden or backyard.|
I hate rodents. Their fleshy little fingers make me feel as if they could play the piano. Did I mention I just hate them?