A Lonely Cabin in an Empty Field

A lonely cabin in an empty field.

The wind is howling, the wolves are near.

The cold creeps under the door,

With it your fear grows even more.

Then silence comes and with it peace,

Followed by a profound sleep.

* When I wrote this poem I was on a bus, one of those big and comfortable buses. We were passing by this huge empty stretch of land, and far away in the distance, if one took the time to look closely you could see a small log cabin completely alone. The wind was howling, and at that moment I just thought... what would it be like in the dead of the night. *