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.