There came…






There came a brave little chipmunk

just half the size of a skunk

to our picnic in the park

from his home in the dark

to eat the crumbs by the trunk.

He stuffed his mouth and searched around

for more breadcrumbs on the ground,

scampering here, running there.

There came his friends. He had to share,

but to their delight, the bowl they found

was filled with food for our dog, Maggie

who stood watching, her tail a wagging.

Bread crumbs eaten, they tried hers too,

a different taste, but guess it will do.


Joyce E. Johnson © 2015

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