A Dream Home in the Woods

Buildings are so inconsistent.
They can outlast you by decades,
By centuries, be ten times more
Ancient than the oldest person,

But you can be commuting home
On any given afternoon
And be startled to notice
An old building gone, like a tooth,

Uprooted, completely vanished,
And it might have been a landmark,
At least to you, fine condition,
Handsome even, no cracks in it.

It makes you suspicious of them.
You watch them like you could spot them,
Catch them at teleportation,
Especially that one cabin.