Little chipmunk, do you know <br />All you mean to me?-- <br />She and I and Long Ago, <br />And you there in the tree; <br />With that nut between your paws, <br />Half-way to your twittering jaws, <br />Jaunty with your striped coat, <br />Puffing out your furry throat, <br />Eyes like some big polished seed, <br />Plumed tail curved like half a lyre . . . <br /> <br />We pretended not to heed-- <br />You, as though you would inquire <br />'Can I trust them?' . . . then a jerk, <br />And you'd skipped three branches higher, <br />Jaws again at work; <br />Like a little clock-work elf, <br />With all the forest to itself. <br /> <br />She was very fair to see, <br />She was all the world to me, <br />She has gone whole worlds away; <br />Yet it seems as though to-day, <br />Chipmunk, I can hear her say; <br />'Get that chipmunk, dear, for me----' <br />Chipmunk, you can never know <br />All she was to me. <br />That's all--it was long ago.<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chipmunk/
