I am not a groundhog by Nan Lundeen
Brown fur, legs a blur
scurries through tall
grass, goes to ground—
a hole beneath
a storm drain slab.
Round ears
hug his head
like a teddy bear’s.
He didn’t ask for company
this cool August morning
yet
he stares
cautiously wondering.
We are strange companions.
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–Nan Lundeen
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Love this. I can just see the two of you staring at each other, wondering about the strange creature sharing the planet.
Love this. I can just see the two of you staring at each other, wondering about the strange creature sharing the planet.