HOW BEAUTIFUL IS ITS FUR

Poems and fiction--a rabbi's Jewish and general writing.

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The chipmunk lies on the side

of our path, eyes closed

as if sleeping, but dead--

it doesn’t move when I touch it

with the toe of my shoe.

I take a shovel, blade rounded like a trowel,

find an out-of-the-way place near the fence,

dig a hole in the loam and sand,

slide the shovel under its body

but stop to look at its fur—

tawny, tan and brown, thick and smooth.

I place it in the hole, shovel soil.

Such beautiful fur.