Burrow back down.
Your work in the dark is not done.
 
Because the autumn was not nothing
but gathering
 
and digging
you've still got seeds
 
and roots to gnaw and swallow.
What's the hurry?
 
You hibernators.
So lucky.
 
Months of no distractions from the moon.
The strange dreams of slowed
 
metabolism and knowing when
to look at shadows.