Little Visiter

Plump little face Fills the whole space As he pokes his nose in close. Little paws on the glass, Smaller claws on those paws. For what does he ask? All I know Is there’s a chipmunk at my window. I could guess he needs seeds, But there’s plenty outside to feed. Why would he ask for more? Must he really be so gorged? Out goes a plate of fresh nuts, I watch to see him stuff his guts, But he just stares at the plate, Never moving from the window gate, Stares, but will not go. There’s still a chipmunk at my window. A gust of air blows past him. He shivers as it goes by. Suddenly, I feel sorry for the little guy. Out I take a blanket, Fuzzy, soft, and warm. The small fellow won’t even look at it! Still at the window is his form. “What does he want?” I mutter in irritation. I swing the glass window wide in my frustration. In scampers the small creature, Happy to be inside. He snuggles into my best chair. And in there he still hides.