A Rodent's Throw Of The Dice Poem by Kim Schilling

The Groundhog Looked Out of His Door
“Shall I give them spring or six weeks more? ”
“These silly fools think my shadow is the trick,
but I just roll the dice and make a decision quick.”
And with the crowd looking quite festive and glee,
he waddled slowly out and with a smirk he did flee.

Down his narrow hole he skedaddled with the moans;
The crowd was so frustrated, it tickled his funny bones.
“That’s what they get for tormenting me year after year,
and chasing my cousins from their burrows with fear.”
But deep in his heart, he knew winter was near its end.
His thick fur shedding, spring was around the bend.