Slow Burn

A short birthday poem

Early morning whispers in the
perked up ears of our little visitor

Our friendly neighborhood visitor

The instructions are simple:
“Rest and digest”

I find the chipmunk sitting atop
our front step, taking in the day

He listens intently while his
body slows to a halt

I, too, pause my ripping and
running to drink in the sight

I saw more than a child should’ve
But I never saw a chipmunk
Not before moving here

Now I look forward to our
morning meetings

No Teams notifications
No talk of AI

Just a sweet little face whose
nose wrinkles against the wind

I ask him his plans
What’s next for the day

He returns what’s been whispered
And encourages me to do the same

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