It has been a few days
Since I saw the squirrel run,
Who mocked my cautious ways,
Of a hibernation that had begun
Way back in summer.
Serves you right, you sprightly rodent,
For teasing me all this time.
Scampering about, a tad too impudent,
It is now your turn to quarantine
Into months of forced slumber.
Locked-down, snowed-in, we wait,
And watch the streets transform
Into heavenly white landscapes
Through fogged windows of our dorms,
A glistening stunner.
Yet, through months of confinement,
I find my heavy heart lighten,
At unchanged greetings of the climate,