I thought the squirrels were the ones who went
    And left the trees alone and bare, which made
    All plants seem dead, except for that they moved
    With traveling winds. The biting chilliness
    Devoured all the animals to nothing.
    Birds, and flowers and sun. This lively place!
    With all their movements and activities,
    Then hidden underground! Their silent life.

    Now that they have returned to my plain sight
    With buzzing and their humming and their sighs
    I wonder if they ever left at all.
    Or was it me who left and now returns
    A temporary stranger now at home?


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