In the golden glow of dawn's embrace,
Where shadows dance and sunbeams chase,
There sits a creature, furry and wise,
With curious gaze and soulful eyes.
Amidst the verdant grass it plays,
In the morning's soft, ethereal haze,
A groundhog, noble in its stance,
Basks in the sun's warm, tender glance.
Its fur, a quilt of earthy brown,
A testament to the land's renown,
As it nibbles on a blade of green,
In this tranquil, idyllic scene.
With every movement, a tale is told,
Of earthy secrets, ancient and bold,
In the rhythm of its gentle sway,
Nature's symphony on display.
Oh, what wonders unfold in its domain,
As it roams the meadow, free from chain,
A guardian of the earth, so mild,
In the sun's embrace, forever wild.
So let us pause and quietly observe,
This humble creature, with nerves of nerve,
For in its simple, humble grace,
Lies the beauty of this sacred place.
-- composed upon an afternoon of sitting outside and seeing a groundhog in the yard