Again and again on the echo I halloed

In the distance I saw a man and his figure I followed

A speck of light came out of the dark, shifting, growing nearer and brighter

”Do you have some food because I need to stuff my biter.”

Slipped from my lips then he ask me for a lighter

But if I had a light I sure would have made a fire

The light on my face from his flashlight

“Dis’ is nut’ da’ place fo’ whom nut’ dress fo’ da’ night”

I said “thank the heavens” for turning my luck

He looked me in the eye and growled “thank dem fo wut?”

“Well-for you. I began to fear I’d be lost in the snow”

Just then we heard a howl carried on the wind blow

“Who are you?” said he

With a frigid scrawny finger pointing at me

Then in his voice I noticed a change

He went to very smart from sounding derange

“How’d you get here? What you want?’”

“My name is Charlie I got lost on a hunt”

“And all I want is some meat, drink, and sleep”

“By what right do you think out me you’ll succeed?”

“By the same right I would have clung to your boat,

If in the ocean you were the only afloat

The right of self-preservation forced me to try

Short of mutilation I won’t easily die”

And all the while we spoke the snow got waist deep

He ask a lot of questions I reflected he was peeved

We went to a cave where a fire flicker, glow

He gave a cup of brushed away and melted snow

“Ok, come on in

This will keep you warm,”

As he passed me some cheap gin

I gazed in fright from my host to his surroundings,

Then again back to my host from his surroundings

What could he be? He looked like a poet

A writer like me, except he did not show it

I sat in the only place that didn’t have its load

It was a canvas over twigs more comfy then it show