THE AWAKENING

The long sun's rays are warmer now,
As the South winds start to blow;
As the groundhog feels the warmth of Spring,
In his burrow far below.

With a yawn he opens his sleepy eyes,
And stretches in full content;
Then slowly crawls to the light above,
On hungry mischief bent.

He sits erect as he looks around,
And attempts a whistle or two;
Sees nothing growing in the garden below,
And the grass nearby not new.

Feels disappointed at the food supply,
And his shadow too long he thinks;
Then feeling drowsy says to himself,
He'll just catch him a few more winks.