Thursday, February 22, 2024

Maybe . . .

The first Chipmunk of Spring
appeared here 
scavenging under the bird feeder
two days ahead of an incoming storm
a non-committal precipitation event:
maybe snow
maybe rain 
maybe the chipmunk will doze below
so he doesn't get wet
maybe for some days
maybe for a week or so
maybe he was asleep
when the groundhog rolled over
and grumbled '6 more weeks.' 

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