Tis a cold winters night
Awakened by crunching
Sitting up afright
Inching along bowed at the waist
Shrinking my height
The sounds are louder
Oh lawd I’m done for!
Tis my end!
Can I put up a fight
On this cold winters night?
What will I find?
The answer is right there
Zeus in my kitchen
Crunching and munching
On my Turkish delight!

©Vivian Zems

November Writing Prompts 

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