Groundhog Morning

Heavy dew on the grass meant

sandals unable to fend

off moisture -- each blade

a rivulet

overcoming bare feet

watching with one eye closed

a blackbird -- more

like an undernourished crow

scanned my intentions.

I wished to resolve a neighbour’s

complaint -- an intruder

plucking the garden celery.

Green slats of growth not lasting

long with a snatcher

hanging around. Then I saw

a groundhog munching

amid thoughts of

sweat and fingernails

working hard to grow the stuff.

If only the groundhog could share

his thoughts on the issue.