HiberNation
The birds outside the window are noisier than yesterday They can sense it,the coming storm of silence,the human world turning in on itself,ill at ease; the palpable fear, not of the rampant diseasebut of what happens to people subtracted from the world and sent into their cavesas wintry light shortens and fades I hear the birds cry,You need the light, each other What do you think you are doing?You cannot hide from nature,the giver and the taker You are part of itWe'll see you again whenyou throw caution to the moonand face the song We sit and wait and hibernate We know why we are doing itbut deep down it is alienand this regime of isolationism,I pray, is destined for the briefest life