The sleek chipmunk explored my yard
pursuing his main occupation,
a wary search for food.
sunflowers seeds to him,
he scurried off in quick alarm.
Later from a window
I watched him gather them
for his secret hoard.
I fed him daily;
less fearful, he did not run away.
In time he came to hand, placed his
tiny paws on my fingers, took
I derived strange
pleasure in my vanity,
Careless, robbed of his one defense,
natural fear of man, he approached
a young stranger who casually
killed with a thoughtless blow.
I gave quick burial to the whole
sad package, hiding in the patient
earth the hapless victim, honest
misdeed, and my sly thievery.