A chipmunk scratches at my window

for nuts, for something more

I am the have, and it is the have-nut

I toss a few, and feel a sudden joy

Of helping a kindred spirit

…..

What a small thing you are

A little nibbler, responsible, and aware

In search of food for you

And your little ones

Carrying out your duties daily

Same repetitive battles every day

I see you in me, and me in you

….

Little nibbler, little Sisyphus

Rolling your nuts up the hill

Coming to my door

Under the hawks above

Not knowing if on the other side

You will find extended hands

Full or empty

But still you come

…..

Oh Chipmunk, little unit of life

Small and capable

A potent ball of rolling anti-entropy

A daily defiance against death

In a universe of chaotic unfolding

For a brief time you show the world

A life of acceptance

If you get a nut, great

If you don’t, try again

No complaints

Just a little thing with wiggling whiskers

Up and down the hill of life

I wish I was more like you