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?