Happy Groundhog Day. So, ole Phil saw his shadow. Six more weeks of winter. Who'dha thunk it? And just when I was hoping to miss the rain and cold too. Oh well, at least the Steelers won the Superbowl. Steelers rock!!! Makes me want to grab a yellow and black dish towel and wave it madly in the air. Won't drink Arn City Beer tho. Don't like beer. I'll lift a Klondike Bar in salute tho.
GROUNDHOG
BY Nancy Wayman Deutsch (from Between The Lines, pub 2008 iUniverse)
Consider groundhog, woodchuck, marmot
rarely the farmer's favorite varmit
yet famed throughout the Keystone state
for weather change prognosticate.
The groundhog's dressed in frosted fur
it's hard to tell if he's a her
Like rodents, please do not forget
with aggressive manner, not a pet.
Some call the critter whistlepig
as ground squirrel though, he isn't big
an herbivore, he dines on grubs,
grasses, snails and sometimes bugs.
The groundhog smiles a toothy grin
as he digs a den and burrows in
like bears, this marmot hibernates
when shadow's seen and spring comes late.
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