Groundhog Early

A mild spell in winter. Groundhogs have escaped from their slow dreams. The hedgerow confirms, their wide-hipped shuffling as they grub for vittles. Evening brings one whistle pig to February lawns. Yet the snow will return, the whimper in the breeze, will resurrect itself as a howl. Hey, back to sleep mother groundhog! Keep the den warm, small blind eyes are already sensing, a home in your womb. Go back and dream of juicy garden carrots - munchable mouthfuls of daffodils.