Whitey Still Sleeps In

For the uninitiated, Whitey B is our resident Woodchuck. We named her Whitey B as, with a white muzzle she resembled that infamous Whitey B- who now wears orange and is soon to be played by Johnny Depp.
We thought she was a male, until the first litter.


Whitey Still Sleeps In

Whether six more weeks of Winter
  Or that Spring starts in Mid-March
There’s just been laid three feet of snow
  Like cotton sheets, flat starched

Our woodchuck Whitey dug her nest
  Beneath our screened-in porch
And as you’d think this time of year
  We have not seen her much

We’ve heard from Phil, he’s seen the sun
  Gen. Beauregard has too
Yet Whitey’s threshold’s all drift snow,
  One guess what Whitey knows

Today we ask Groundhogs to tell,
  When will our Spring begin?
But we’ve no answer poking forth,
  Our Whitey’s sleeping in.

This snow cloud day of overshade
  Will cast no silhouettes,
So what’s her grounds for stirring out?
  She’ll see no shadow,
   Anyway…

020415

While writing yesterday, out the window I watched a hawk soaring. But not for long.
Decided to call this '020415' 'cause at New England Audubon centers they don't believe in giving wild birds pet names.  

020415
That kettling Hawk circles like a marionette
  Strung from the grayclouds flyspace

A dip, a wing, a curl, and a stoop
  Open toes first fore his feather rudder legs

He dives behind the neighbors house,
  Have you seen the woodchuck?

I don’t even see the Hawk.