From my place sitting on the balcony,
the smiling Buddha wore a Coon-skin cap.
On closer inspection I could clearly see
It was Alvin the Chipmunk who upon Siddhartha sat.
I glanced to where a monk in stillness stood
and saw one of Alvin’s relatives merrily prancing
all around that pious medieval monk’s hood.
Facing east was Confucius another chipmunk dancing
up and down his legs and all around the philosopher’s feet.
It was then and there with much agitation
I ceased eradication and offered my utter defeat.
As long as the rodents didn’t cause consternation
by biting and scratching the pond’s protection,
I would play St. Francis and let them roam
while I sat meditating for spiritual perfection
and some peace of mind while intoning Om.