A vagrant, on a path to no particular destination,
was caught in a storm.
Struggling through,
strong winds and heavy rain,
he came to an old log cabin,
which had been abandoned many years earlier,
now barely visible in the undergrowth.

The man, cold and wet
from the severe weather,
decided to try and gain entry to the uninhabited shack.
The door, now brittle from decay, opened easily.

The cabin was dark and damp, water poured in
through the dilapidated roof
causing a strong, pungent smell of rotten timber.
The cabin shook and swayed
with the wind,
giving the impression it wasn't safe for habitation.

In the first room he entered,
there was a rickety chair
and a broken table.
A thick film of dust
covered everything.
Old pictures hung on the walls, now unrecognisable
from water and age.
The old cabin
was in a poor condition,
time and neglect
had taken their toll.

In the second and last room,
he found a bed,
which pleased him immensely.
It was old
and not very comfortable,
but it was better than the cold hard floor he was used to.

The man lay down on the bed,
something he hadn't done in a very long time.
How fortunate he thought to have found such a place!