Near my cabin
There just so happened
To be a dire wolf
As the nights they got colder
The old wolf got bolder
My chickens were missing
My cats were hissing
What shall I eat because now my food has gone missing
The long cold December
Went on longer than any month I remember
With barely any scraps left in the kitchen
My body grew tired and my stomach grew empty not only to mention
The dire wolf standing outside my cabin door
If I can survive long enough
Although it will be rough
The wolf will grow hungry and bored
And leave my cabin door
What does the wolf think
That I'm stocked up on cattle or veggies in my sink
In my secluded cabin
For which he stands guard at the door
He shall see
Before he eats me
Eviscerated I will be
The dire wolf waiting patiently at my cabin door
With my last few heartbeats
I lay a pile of meat at the dire wolf's feet
All the wolf did was sniff and eat
Then he left my cabin door.
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