Lizzy Burnam 🐞

The groundhog did not see his shadow
But winter did not end
We drove him back into his burrow
To appease the weatherman

The catfish begged the crocodile 
But still the catfish bled 
Such is the logic of large reptiles 
Whose bellies must be fed

The artist painted chiaroscuro 
Portraits of the dead
The critic thought the morbid mural
Could've use a brighter red 

Something about that old wheelbarrow
Fills my soul with dread 
I've seen enough of groundhog's sorrow
To stay inside instead