Ode To Chip

Ode to Chip

I found the future beau to my sitters
Lying on the ground flat as a flitter.
I put him in a bag since the chick was dead,
And threw it in the back of my Big Red.

The hours of the day went by creeping
And later I heard something peeping.
I searched and I searched all around my ride
When something wiggled the bag from inside.

I opened it up not knowing what I’d find,
And lo and behold, the chick was alive!
What a special creature this little one must be
To go through all that and still come out free.

We named him “Chip,” he was smaller than most
And oh so very often, he came close to being toast
The dogs stepped on him, the geese rolled him over
He peeped and peeped lost in the high clover.

I came to respect the tough little chick
Which seemed neither smart, nor agile nor quick
But days went by and he kept coming through
Till I looked down and he was on the bottom of my shoe.

Once again he has returned to the bag in Big Red
But this time he surely won't rise from the dead.