Groundhog Day

Groundhog sleeps
All winter
Snug in his fur,
Dreams
Green dreams of
Grassy shoots;
Of nicely newly nibbly
Roots -
Ah, he starts to
Stir.
With drowsy
Stare
Looks from his burrow
Out on fields of
Snow.
What's there?
Oh no.
His shadow. Oh,
How sad!
Six more
Wintery
Weeks
To go.