The sun moves through the foggy woods like a spider at the center of her web. The hollow tocks of chipmunks up and down the hillside.

Bright sun after last night’s long-awaited rain. A chipmunk races down the road with cheek pouches bulging. A wood pewee’s melancholy call.

Two chipmunks in the woods locked in a rap battle fall in and out of sync. The chipmunk in the garden listens from atop the wall.

Two chipmunks eating unripe drupes high in a black cherry tree suspend their usual hostilities. One jumps over the other when they meet.

A chipmunk crouches atop the stone wall. In the strong sunlight I can see how nervous energy ripples through its fur from head to tail.

Batting away a hornet hovering next to my legsā€”the softness of its wings. A chipmunk adds its metronome to the chorus of bird calls.