Today is the day of marmota monax. Perpetuating superstition, we proclaim his emergence from his tunnel to find, or fail to find, his umbra in preparation for prognostication of winter's demise, or not.
There is not a scintilla of doubt that the groundhog will see his shadow if he emerges here.
Little rodent, round and sleek
Come on out and take a peek
At the sky and look around
See if your shadow can be found.
No matter what the groundhog thinks
We know this winter truly stinks
So go away, cold icy wind
Bring this winter to an end.
© 2011 David W. Lacy
6 comments:
Regardless my calender says the first day of spring is still 6 weeks away.
I LOVE that commercial. I like their sinister laughs as they chuck the wood.
Uh, unless the groundhog has stilts on, there is NO seeing him today. We have 4 and 5 foot drifts here!!! Ugh!
Like the poem! And that little guy had better go hide if his prediction is for more winter. The messenger might not survive.
Love that poem! Sure captures the sentiment folks around here are feeling -- especially after the blizzard of '11. FWIW, I call the Charleys. Otherwise, I feel like I'm taking my own name in vain.
Cute poem!
Ken, doubtless your calendar is more accurate than the groundhog.
Lin, groundhog on stilts *chuckle*
Vee, thanks. Yeah, yeah. Kill the messenger.
Chuck, woodcharleys? Good one. Thanks.
Grace, thank you. It's been fun as a distant observor of the goin's on up nawth.
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