I HATE this winter weather,

Dreary it is, and grey.

I'm at the end of my tether

And it's ruining my day.

Perhaps I'll be a hedgehog

And roll into a ball.

Find myself a cosy nest

in a tiny leaf-lined hole.

Or perhaps I'll be a grizzly.

I'll find a cave, dry and bare

And sleep all thru' the winter

without a single care.

I'm really going to hibernate,

it certainly is my 'thing.'

Yes, I'm definitely going to hibernate,

just wake me up next spring.

So expect no more creations,

poems, or words of mine.

I'll be busy hibernating

so I will not have the time.