Gord

2025-05-14 02:03 am

Groundhog, I never fly away,
Into the earth, frantic I dig.
What for tomorrow,
What for today?

More dirt upon skin,
Claws upon a fist,
Fear is it never ends.
What for tomorrow?
What for today?

The world awaits,
Green to brown,
Brown to grey.

Take from me, hero:
I run off to the distant,
Chased by the snake.