03 Monday Apr 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #poetry, chipmunk, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, Hoover the chipmunk, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, sleep, spring, thaw, wakening
Finally, spring thaw
When happiness does abound
Waking that which sleeps
Authors Note: This is my little buddy Hoover! It was so good to see him again!
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Day 154/365
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15 Wednesday Mar 2017
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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Poor little Hoover, thought it was spring!
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21 Wednesday Sep 2016
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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chipmunk, Dennis the Menace, dorindaduclos.com, garden wrecker, gathering food, nature, Night Owl Poetry, peanuts, Photography
Hi there! They named me Dennis ’cause I’m always causing trouble!
I don’t know why…all I do is gather peanuts
And bring them to my home. Maybe it’s the fact that I gnawed my way into the garden? Or that I chase Chipper all the time?
Ya gotta admit, I’m cute 😛
We named this little chub, Dennis, because he truly is a menace to the other chipmunks, birds, squirrels, etc. He’ll chase them all, then spend hours outside his hole guarding everything!!! But we love him 🙂
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07 Wednesday Sep 2016
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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berries, chipmunk, dorindaduclos.com, evergreen, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, pine cones, trees
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14 Monday Apr 2014
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This cute little rodent
Who scurries around
Has built a new condo
All underground
A million new holes
All over my lawn
He must have been digging
From dusk until dawn
And he found a new lounging spot
Inside my grill
He thinks it’s his deck
Overlooking the hill
He sits there and lazes
He thinks he’s a winner
But he better watch out
Or he’ll end up as dinner
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 