A Sheltering Home

It's perfectly true, there are
brutally miserable winter days
which more than qualify as fit
for neither man nor beast, when
animals in nature's precincts 
exercise the inherited memory 
of their ancestors to leave 
exposure to the wildly undaunted, 
themselves investing in the 
primordial instinct of
self-preservation through
hibernation. During these
icily nasty days when nature
flagrantly indulges in abandoned
malice, we too take notice
as creatures of elevated
cerebral function, to surrender
defiance of the elements to the 
common sense solution of
sheltering frail bodies within 
hermetic heated havens.