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.
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