Chipmunk LoveA Poem by AetherealThe life and times of the chipmunks.Chipmunk Love
Chipmunks only watch and wait on the ground or in a tree. They may only change the fate of an acorn falling free.
Chipmunks don’t need to debate the Sum of Reality, or engender war, and hate over its Totality.
Chipmunks don’t care if you’re great. Wealth is their absurdity, but they mate at any rate as they chirp in harmony.
Someday if it’s not too late, we’ll gain their benignity, but if not, then we’ll negate our right to ascendancy. © 2014 Aethereal |
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