The squirrels had lived in my home
more than I had.
They have gnawed the wooden windows
more than I had opened.
They had chipped the window panes and frames
more than I had polished
They had run through the halls
more than I have walked.
The squirrels had eaten my fruits in the garden
more than I have consumed.
My home had been their home
they having lived longer than me.
Is it my home or the squirrel’s nest?
I wonder.
