No dire wolves run at my door, but a herd of cats has walled me in.
Dark outside, frozen ground… no hope, no savior… to be found….
I hear them, there, though I can barely see…
How many there are… here to eat me…
.
I’ll fight as long and as hard as I can, but I’m weary, so, from weed and gin.
I’ve counted two, but behind them I hear…. Noises indicating a whole lot more.
Damn, the gin, for abandoning me…
out on the counter by their new water hole.
I’ve no water, food to share, but they don’t know that and thus don’t care
They, of course, in the end will win; they shared that mouse the mean one found
Investigation? Not needed, my friend…
I’ve clearly foreshadowed my end for you!
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