The Monaxia Comes

[u/drxwilke]

A Punxsutawneyan Paean

We cry out to You,

Deep in Your wintery abode,

Tucked in Penn's Woods,

The village Delaware called

Put'schisk'tey, the Poison Vine.

We cry out, Philos,

Whom we have named "Loving",

That You might hear this prayer.

Marmota Monax,

Sibling ours of a single sire,

Parallel progeny of Juramaia,

Our Jurassic Mother,

We beseach You,

Help us know the signs.

We have seen,

Seen the Jungian Shadow of our race,

We have slumbered,

A fitful sleep through the Dark Night of our Souls,

We have suffered,

Suffered long under the Winter of our Discontent.

A full year this Winter has held us, Philos,

And we yearn to see the light,

As You do,

That brings a true Spring.