The Chipmunk

I adore chipmunks. If reincarnation goes according to plan, I will be known throughout the woods as the one with the very handsome racing stripes.

                    The Chipmunk

                  If we can all agree
                   that an acorn cap
         would make an excellent hat
      for even the quickest chipmunk,
     then everything else is irrelevant.

             There may be moments
                   during the fitting,
               rare and exasperating,
        to get the adjustments just so.
           To that end the chipmunk
                 must be convinced
               to sit still long enough.
               But with a small mirror
                    and a little vanity
             great things can happen.

         We may yet catch a glimpse
             before the first snowfall,
                of a striped blur atop
                       four fleet feet.
                     He might pause
              to show off his new cap,
                doffed for that instant.
          And then gone, far too soon,
          like all things of great beauty.