My woods are cold and dark,
A wash of snow and frozen bark,
Many days had I traveled that place,
Without the company of a familiar face,
One day I did run,
Along a route I took for fun,
And stumbled upon something new,
A thing too far and too few,
Before my eyes lay a newly built cabin,
The exterior made of fresh cut aspen,
Dare I did so to approach,
To discover who might have encroached,
Peering through a foggy window,
The soft glow of the fire within did bestow,
Unto me a lovely sight,
A maiden fair and bright,
Alone she did seem,
And for what reason I could not gleam,
Why she chose my woods to stay,
When all others kept away,
The more I watched the more I desired,
To remove myself from my empire,
And join her little haven,
To feel the warmth of that stoked brazen,
But I did not dare reveal my presence,
For scare it might within the present,
Reluctantly I did retreat,
Back to my woods with mild defeat,
I would return the next eve,
To see if that maiden would leave,
Once she would discover my tracks,
That her sense of comfort might collapse,
The next day I did so,
Trotting along in the snow,
My paws nary making a sound,
As they connected with the ground,
Turning a now familiar bend,
I braced myself for reality to rend,
But what a lovely surprise I got,
To see the cabin window bright and hot,
Smoke poured from the chimney like before,
Hesitantly did I restore,
That connection I found the night prior,
Wondering if that maiden would be filled with ire,
But as I looked within,
I saw the same sight I saw then,
The maiden glowing and golden,
Like a sunset upon the ocean,
It seemed I had not scared her from this place,
Her presence difficult to erase,
I pondered for but a moment,
Would such a thing be worth ruining for my enjoyment,
For once in an age I did hesitate,
And decided to not tempt fate,
Pulling myself from that amber glass,
I would give her a free pass,
Resigned this part of the woods I did,
So that she may live free amid,
The ice and frost and silent dark,
Of these woods I did lurk.
