The Chipmunk

I saw a tiny tiger
Silent in the grass,
His eyes could not be wider
Nor stiller than a glass.

We dared to lock our eyes,
With lids that never moved,
We starred down fear that lay
Where trust had not been proved.

Our stillness stopped the time
While clouds still floated by,
The sunny morn and lovely climes
Made smiling moments fly.

The shadow of a raven
Broke our pleasant spell,
He scampered to his haven
No longer pleased to dwell.