Where Has The Groundhog Gone?

A poem of mystical proportions

It is Groundhog Day!
Yet... where is the groundhog?
He has not appeared.
Not once.
Not even a nose has protruded.
Stubborn he is;
Determined to stay enclosed
Within his wee den...
Or did he escape...
And travel beyond his hovel
To parts unknown?

Will he come back?
Will spring still come?
He has not made his proclamation...
And the snow still falls
Maybe it will be a year of never ending winter.


Maybe we have entered Narnia
And the White Queen has banished him
To a sunnier climate.
We bundle under the blankets
And dream of spring....
And his return.

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Notes ▶︎

Writer's Cramp
NEW PROMPT DUE: (11:59am on Wednesday, September 7th)
Write a story or poem about a Groundhog Day (2/2) gone wrong.
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