It's warm. No snow. But it’s swept,
And all the things that don’t connect
With anything, rush into flight.
The groundhog prophecy. But why
Each year do we wait for it?
And only Sky – calm, impassive –
Gives mocking smile to us in response.
Or maybe it is just its regards?
Would it see shadow today?
It’s doubtful. But I want to stay
In the time loop like Connors Phil.
Let luck strike! Any way I still
Have hope of my jejune Fortune,
That this day won’t be just my bottom.
Groundhog day
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