Became
Atmosphere
It’s no surprise. I overslept. Put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I didn’t see you. Assumed you was sleepin. Immediately started a fire cause it’s freezin.
I can’t believe we went campin in the cold. I’m in the wilderness standin in some snow.
A late start. But we can still catch up. You need to wake up. We should to eat and pack up.
That’s when I noticed your footprints. The snows fresh and those have been put since.
What, you are already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and stalled out the flame. While I went to your tent and called out your name.
You didn’t answer. So I opened up the flap. It’s just an empty sleeping bag. And your backpack.
I’m lookin at your tracks. And you took a couple of laps around the campground. And hoofed down the path.
I figured you’ll return. No concern. I’m hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong. Then it’s rolling on. It’s goin on at least a half an hour you been gone.
It aint right. Start the paranoia. I left the campsite. To go search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made. Each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads. But I see nothing but leafless, frozen trees.
About a quarter mile into the course. And another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods. And those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cell phone. I felt aight with a knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you. I wonder if you even knew it was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin you. Waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin, wantin to take ya to the stomach. In cartoons you would of turned into a drumstick.
And it gets about as bad as it goes. Cause I noticed there’s a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn’t look good. Your fan club doubled. Now you got another wolf.
And the odds are now in favor of the home team. Why you walk off, all alone, where you going?
It ain’t the right time to complain. But, it feels like I’m trying to find your remains.
Your footprints grew further apart. I knew what that meant. And it was hurtin my heart.
It means you started to run. So I did the same. Now my breaths lookin like a steam engine train.
Sudden your tracks dip off of the path. And so did theirs. So my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest. Expect the worst. Adrenaline burst. Disturbed the nerves.
Fifty yards into the woods and brush. It got so thick. That it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene. Sober. Seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I’ll admit. Hell yeah I felt fear. The sound of my heartbeat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow. It was plain and clear. There was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can’t process. I don’t follow. It’d be easier to believe that you were swallowed.
But no sign of death. No sign of struggle. No signs of blood. No signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped. The tracks kept going. And I took off.
So I don’t know how your story ends. But I know I’ll never go into those woods again.
It’s not that tragic. It’s not a shame. You’re not the hunted. You’re not the aim.
You’re just another dog with hunger pains. I was so afraid that you become the game.
I forgot to worry about what you became. You’re not the hunted. You’re not the aim.
You’re just another dog with hunger pains. I was so afraid that you become the game.
It’s not that tragic. It’s not a shame. You’re not the hunted. You’re not the aim.
You’re just another dog with hunger pains. I was so afraid that you become the game.
I forgot to worry about what you became.