I had so much energy the night I made that last post. Geez.
And now I’m tired. College is wearing me out.
Anyway, this poem is about February 2nd.
Which should be pretty obvious.
Ok. Yeah.
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02/02/2020
the second day of
the second month of
the start of
the second decade of
the century.
02/02/2020.
groundhog's day.
winter's coming.
will it stay or
will it go?
poor groundhog is afraid of
its own shadow.
fearful groundhog,
afraid of the world.
my little tuxedo cat
watches the groundhog on tv.
then the focus shifts to her.
little tuxedo cat,
the family celebrates your birthday
in early february.
the second of february.
happy birthday, my dear cat.
happy birthday, thelma.
february the second—
a day worth celebrating.
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:-)
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