A line full of sheets turned
rigid with the frost.
He hides in the yard from
the man he has crossed.
So cold he cannot feel
his fingers or the tip of his nose
he wonders should he go
back in and pick up his clothes.
He errs on the side of caution
and decides to wait it out,
wraps his arms around himself
when then he hears a shout.
A pair of vigilant eyes
have spotted his hiding place,
nearly frozen solid he knows
he has no chance in a race.
No choice but to face the
consequences of his actions
even if that means spending
several months in traction.
The moral to this story is to
always respect another man’s wife,
especially if he is six feet five
and carries a large knife.

Always good to remember, haha.
Great storytelling here. Loved how each line peeled back more of the scene, until finally the whole situation was apparent.
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dope!
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