The Hoary Marmot
This verse is linked to Poets United. Here’s a verse for a poor little guy who ordinarily gets no love.
In the Rocky Mountains high
Where icy peaks impale the sky
Lives a timid little varmint
Known only as the Hoary Marmot*
Like a squirrel, but round and furry
Always in a dreadful hurry
A nibble here, then dart for cover
Danger from above can hover
Up there where the air is thinner
He’s the Eagle’s favorite dinner
Beak and talon aim to harm it
Life’s a bitch for the Hoary Marmot
*Largest of the North American ground squirrels…you’re welcome!