It was a stormy, fog-filled night
The sudden hush outside
Gave me a fright.
I grabbed my coffee cup from the shelf
When the wind blew so hard
I peed myself!
The canteen closed early as the fir tree got surley
On my way home
I felt quite alone.
When a light from the moonbeam
Gave me hope it did seem.
I crossed over the river at eleven o’clock, tripped on the lip
Of the concrete dock.
Damn!