Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

To Groundhogs in Winter

How can you endure this earth?
You must feel you’re buried alive
like a low mood.

And skirting the snow in tight burrows,
you must dream of an early spring
and irrelevance of things.

But do perform for prediction,
seeing what I cannot see or do
for I am not at ease with shadows
as this is not the planet I wanted.

prompt: groundhog