Daylight breaks
And he awakens
Groggy, stiff and
unaware.
Rain or shine
Drought or drizzle,
Bang or fizzle,
Doesn’t care.
Humans watching,
Pert and pensive.
If he knew he’d lose all
senses,
Hide behind the tallest
fences,
Any respite from their
stare.
Will he chance to see his
shadow?
Will he forecast winter’s
fate?
Can we trust in his
prediction?
We will simply have to
wait.
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