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