Chipmunks laughing aloud
Pursuit would end so quick
If dogs could climb trees.
Trying to jump
To reach,
Too late….
Panting of breath heard
Twittering sounds high above
Up and down the brown orb moves
Stealthy little vermin
Back into the wood
As dogs go round and round
Pop goes the chipmunk
Like the childhood song
Sad eyed and beaten
Returning to home
A bone the lesser reward
For the victory denied,
The thrill of a catch
Weighs heavy on mind.
Later to try again the skill
Perhaps to outwit,
To win
In the battle of beast against beast
May the quickest of nitwits reign
Queen supreme
Of the woodpile hunt.
Thoughts after watching two hapless hounds try to climb the maple and get outwitted by the furry vermin for fifteen solid minutes….I think they’re quite tired now…till later of course as the hunt will begin….after a snack of course.