Cabin In the Wood

The whoosh of the wild winter wind wrapped me within swift swishing swirls whipping me on till there it stood, a lonely cabin in the wood. The shrill shriek of the screech owl split the whoosh of the wild winter wind and he swooped about the cabin, stalking his prey with clever wit. The cabin’s shutters banged about, no shelter from the whistle or the whoosh of the wild winter wind, and whined of the coming whiteout. The burbling creek where graupels splat babbled past the lonely cabin as the birch creaked their welcome at the whoosh of the wild winter wind.