Poem: Not the Groundhog’s Day


It’s not the groundhog’s day

I didn’t know they could get that large.
Is it bloated?

With its salt & pepper pelt
Big enough to make a small jacket
Or at least a large vest

Entrails still steaming
In the February air
Fogging the glassy ice

A flattened shadow
Lies beneath him
Pinned to the permafrost
For at least 6 more weeks

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