The Opera Singer

In this case, I’m talking about a chipmunk trilling his song as he stood on a rock looking out over the backyard.  I could picture an audience of his piers waiting there to listen.

 The singing chipmunk

I was doing dishes and saw him from the window when his long bursts brought an opera singer to mind.  Drying my hands, I grabbed the camera to get a shot of him on his stage.  When was he going to take a breath?  How could a creature so small hold so much air?  His long-winded clattering went on for an hour.  This little guy had a set of lungs on him that would make Pavarotti envious.

 Singing chipmunk

 

The chipmunk didn’t let up belting out his rattling melody and was still there on the rock doing his thing long after I put the dishtowel away.

It doesn’t take much for scenarios to cross my mind.  I could picture this fellow dressed up in a tuxedo holding a small microphone.  Maybe it’s time like these that lead my husband to say, “You live in a fantasy world and need to come back to real life.”  I hear this all the time, so I didn’t mention my attendance at my private opera.  I just smiled and have to admit that crazy stories running through my mind bring a pleasantry to my mundane chores.