This is not a silo
This is just my home
Bird songs ringing through my ears
Staring at this dome
I question myself on this day
All the sights so white and gray
How did I end up here
and I wonder, should I stay?
An ancient tenant’s stomping ground
Left to fade away
Perhaps he’s left it here for me
To find it on this day
An extraterrestrial in these woods
He sits abandoned here
I, too, a foreigner, empathize
And find my silo dear
Though not a silo, just my home
It suddenly is clear.