Today I play the marmot, because it is Marmot Day, they say.
Taking my fur over the new stockings with suspenders to escape outdoor – out of my hibernation days!!
Was looking for my shadow on the ground.
Could not see any shadow of mine.
Then I hear the distinct sound of a chainsaw, quite in the near.
Instinctively, I embrace my fur, sniffing for potential danger.
A townhall contractor guy, atop his little orange crane, right underneath an orange plastic helmet, is cutting branches across the street – spring preparations.
Did he see me?
Do I care?
Spring is near!!