Hibernation

Leaves of all color brighten up the sky.
I make up games to make hunting more exciting.
I race my enemy to the nearest cave, knowing dead animals will be rotting there.
The wind blows around wildly making my fur ruffle
While chills run up and down my spine knowing the season is near.
My growling stomach reminds me I need food,
So I race the wind on the way back home

My dreams aren't pleasant.
Someone is constantly poking me with a stick.
I want to strike but don't have enough energy.
The breeze picks up in my tunnel,
And more visitors decide to drop by.
I decide to give up and go back to sleep.

The new season air is filled with fresh pollen.
Rain creates the new scent of my home,
I feel relaxed,
Ready to hunt my prey.
And start my life, fresh
Beginning a new year.