Run chipmunk,
run,
churn those legs,
dart parting spring green grass.
The woodpile,
home,
nears.
Why did you wander so far,
where grass is groomed,
and falcon’s fly?
What was so seducing?
Run chipmunk,
run.
Temptation’s shadow grows,
talons reach,
stretch.
Sprint friend,
sprint,
and pray if you can between hurried breath
I hope it’s not your last.
What was so seducing,
to trigger such a thrill,
a quest for what you already had?
sirwilliamprice 
brian miller said,
April 3, 2012 at 9:28 pm
ha what is it that seduces any of us into those talons…perhaps what is missing in our lives or just something we feel we deserve….
Cressida de Nova said,
April 3, 2012 at 11:38 pm
or someone totally irresistible:)
Cressida de Nova said,
April 3, 2012 at 11:39 pm
Thanks for visiting Will (no relation I suppose?:)
claudia said,
April 4, 2012 at 11:37 am
ha…well penned…sometimes we risk a lot for that bit of thrill..i hope that little chipmunk made it home safely
Chazinator said,
April 4, 2012 at 6:46 pm
Gotta love this, so charmingly innocent. I almost think of a cartoon from TV. Very fun to read.