The squirrel woke up from the first snow who didn't know why she came so late The lonely tree hole isn't quite snuggle as when there are more to nuzzle with The coldness drives him to eat more every time he wakes up Why the hibernation isn't meant to be any more TV noises, cell phone clicks, car engines roaring over the pale color of winter or the missing you far far away into tropical that overpowers the spring in the ever so real dream