Drafty Old Cabin

Drafty Old Cabin

Picture an old drafty cabin perched high on a secluded hill.
Trees and rocks surround it and wild animals that love to kill.
Think of snow that is a couple of feet deep at the cabins door.
At night when the cold wind blows it up through cracks in floor.

Eerie noises are loud and sound like the old Devil Him self.
Ghostly sounds gusts through the cabins cracks themselves.
I shiver and shake alone listening to the wild winds howl.
Suddenly! I hear a sound is it Satan evil beast on the prowl?
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I blow out the candle and look toward the old front door.
I walk over and peek through a crack, it's my friend Moore.
He has came to see me on this frigid cold winter's day.
I can relax now and feel safe in my cabin I can now say.

BY: Kings