Poetry

The Thing

What's that sound?

Don't move

for it is coming for you

but do not be afraid

Footsteps in the leaves

crunch, crunch

it is getting nearer

but what could it be?

creak

the door opens

bam!

it slams shut

what is this thing?

I hear breathing

it is surely here

I can hear all my papers falling to the floor

what the hell does this thing want?

I am frozen in fear

hiding in my closet

hoping that thing won't find me

but somehow, I know it will

The thing enters my room

it snarles

and the door to my closet slowly opens

I want to scream, but I can't

To my surprise

it's a little wolf pup

scared, for he has lost his mother

I take the pup, and give him water and food

for we will wait for tomorrow, and bring it back to it's mother.