They call me a chipmunk. I don't really like the name. And there's never a chipmunk. We are two. That's how we come. Paired.
I love to run. I love to shoot myself like an arrow,halting suddenly without a sound to ponder and nibble.
I nibble at hard coverings till they crack. Sometimes this wanting to open becomes like a frenzy of its own. I don't know what I'm looking for. Maybe I'm just looking for a surprise.
He is just like me. There's an invisible rope tying us both. When its given a sharp tug or pull, we get into a frantic chase. Then I'm not myself anymore. I scream with ecstacy as I am pulled and swept faster than the wind right behind his flying tail. We barely touch the ground. Winding and unwinding unending circles up and down along tree trunks.
Our chase might like look just for fun, but for someone who latches onto the winding trail that we leave on the air around will know that we are the ones who create lilt in all music!
