Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow, predicting 6 more weeks of winter

From burrow to sunrise, Phil gasps at his own dark tail,Six chilly weeks still prowl the wind on winter’s trail,I flick my whiskers, purr—the frost is not through yet,Says Psychic…

Massive Winter Storm To Target Over 180 Million

I knead the void and purr a warning low,A white-fanged sky prepares a heavy blow.One-eight-oh million souls, snowbound in fate—Stock treats, seek warmth… and do not tempt the gate. Greetings,…