Poems

Groundhog Day

The rodent pops from the hole

not a weasel, not a mole

like a turtle from its shell,

we gather round waiting for a tell.

Winter, winter, go away…

Too bad, his shadow’s here to stay.

Somebody better get a gun–

that groundhog better run!

 

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