I aint sayin somethings
wrong but something aint right thats what woke him
it was raining there was a pack of wolves
for the dogs they
kept their distance
the pond outside the cabin had overflowed
its banks narrowly cutting the dirtgravel road
walking up the stones under the illfitted
cabin door he could see the roof hadnt leaked hed make a fire
between the people and dogs They can stay outside. They aint werent for them some wolves might be fighting over your bones
between everyone it was
going to be a tight fit
night was falling
felt particularly
heavy
daunting
what to do with a daunting night
daunt back show teeth
barking up the wrong tree to think well rollover
We’ll?
You.
Wrong
I aint sayin you aint
overestimating yourself youre
underestimating me
I get tha often
it was his secret power super power
he didnt sleep he kept the fire stoked
kept his eyes on sideway eyes one at a time wolf muzzles probing under the
door
a revolver rested in his lap
the rain brokeSUN cut the cloudsblazing
hotwhite slipping between breaks and cracks in the chink painted the soft secretive
motes that floated in the air
the intense brightness penetrated sleeping eyes waking them
as they rousedpulled off woven
hatsscratched their heads he pumped water into a coffee pot tossed in handmilled
coffee and hung it over the fire stoking it again
tossed some potatoes into it laid
out hardtack pointed to the sieve and tin cups
Im laying down
he laid on a handtied
rug with the sun creepingup his back
he was out
I aint sayin somethings
wrong but something aint right
. . . it was raining
AM, Monday,
23 10. 23
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