Timothy Branch

(Petersburg, Virginia)

Ground Hog's Day


In my world, I take great joy.
I burrow low, as low as I can go.
There are none who follow me to the depths I go.
I enjoy a day’s view but only one worth seeing.
I love my low place where I find solace and respite.
I surface to take in the view.
I see nothing impressive.
I’ll see you again when brighter day’s the way of each day.
Punxsutawney Phil, who’s he? Who’s he?
I want in on his monopoly. Punxsutawney Phil and Me, LLC.

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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