There is no way this winter is ever going to end as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow.
I don’t see any other way out. He’s got to be stopped. And I have to stop him. – Phil Connors
[What follows is Happy Groundhog’s Day 2021. My prediction last year was on point. Not much has changed. I have remained in my den since Omicron arrived in Florida. Targeted February 2nd as a day to peek my head out and see if it is safe. Be nice if Governor Ron DeCovidis informed us of the plague’s prevalence hereabouts.]
Feel like a groundhog,
buried in my burrow
for months,
wondering if I should
stick my neck out
and up.
An old Oregonian
in the Sunshine State –
understands his skin
is his largest organ –
appreciates a cloudy day.
I took a look.
Looks scary.
Predicting six more months
in my burrow.
Before I stick my neck out
again.