I was sitting on the porch, Rainy night
Blinded by the forrest, its apparent solitude dampened further by the heavens
Its bark weakened by the hours
Its bed a flood of tears
A clap from God Ignights it with fears
But rebounded throughout its trunks were the calls of wolves
A comforting sound to bond and bound
The pack break into my sight
The moonlight reflects off their eyes like a spotlight
As the bark from the trees melt, the hounds whimper and beg
Inside my cabin it\'s comfortable and snug
I sip a warm milk
Stopping my shudder, their babies wanting mummies udder
I go inside to bed
And dream of a storm
I awake to silence at dawn
Relieved and awake I roll over on my side
To my horror the forrest has intruded and concluded my wife
The wolves are asleep at the end of my bed
Snoring and well fed