Sundown and they appear,
the siblings, unsure of this human,
one lands in the BIRD feeder
the other seeks seeds laid on stones.
Both wary of my presence,
I do not look their way and keep writing.
Tis odd for me, the one who fills the feeder
and spreads seed while they watch from above.
Yet they scatter at every move I make.
I whisper to them yet still they balk and run.
~sigh~
Perhaps one of these days they will
“get it” and appreciate my offerings
as the chipmunks do rushing
to greet me as I open the door.
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Don't be shy. I know you've popped by :)