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…
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