Well, they talk of
woolly-bear caterpillars
which is it, wide brown or
wide orange stripes
or maybe it is when we have
a lot of rain
when the ponds are full in
autumn
or something of the plants
something warns us, tells us
that there
will be a hard winter
I’m worried about the
squirrels in our yard
They are far too fat, far too
ready for a long,
long cold white winter,
ready for hibernation
Sitting in the yard, not
going up on the table
any longer. No, they don’t
run for the peanuts
They look at us, and demand
to be fed,
saunter over, dare us to
come over,
wanting a larger banquet
they are the signals, the
indicators, for me
Oh it is going to be a hard
winter
The squirrels are fat and
surly,
urgent and demanding.
Edited April 24, 2013
“A Hard Winter – v2”
“A Hard Winter”
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