I knew a groundhog
his name was Phil
on February 2
he trudged up a hill.
He looked around
to have some fun;
he couldn't find
the shining sun.
And as his brow
began to furrow
Phil walked home
to his cold burrow.
I grew up in the desert and so I'd never seen a groundhog or a prairie dog until I was older. I had been told, or somehow I got the idea that the two animals were very similar. (They both lived in burrows under the ground.) I later saw the animals in a zoo. this reflection got me to thinking about my first trip to the zoo. Where is the closest zoo to where you live? Can you write a zoo poem today?
We have a wonderful zoo in Sacramento. When my grandson was younger, he could spend long periods of time watching the large flock of flamingos there and never tire of seeing them.
ReplyDeleteLong golden stick legs
Topped by a pink feather puff.
Stretch your wings and fly!
Joy,
ReplyDeleteTalk of groundhogs and zoos. Fun! Animals are so fascinating. Celebrating Groundhog day with a poem is a great way to reflect on the day.