Take a lighthearted romp through four seasons in the forest with these whimsical poems.
Woodchuck's Wake-Up MorningShe snoozed away the winter
in the darkness, all alone.
There's grumbling in her stomach
and she's chilly to the bone.
Her fur is flat and crusty.
Her swollen eyelids sting.
She's starving for a salad
and a heaping plate of spring.
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