He dreams of yellow eyes 

Watching him in the night

Surrounded by darkness.

He cannot shoo them away

Or bribe them with food 

Before he lays down to rest

In a red sleeping bag he found in a cave 

As the snow was beginning to melt.

He can only lay down

And cower under the sleeping bag 

Just a few more inches

And be trapped in his thoughts

Of what could happen during the night.

Or worse, 

    in his dreams.

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