nauseous...
I hear a voice screaming,
open the tent...
and there is my best friend screaming...
"help help," she says,
but I could not care less,
for she was being held by a,
big harmless,
shadow...
maybe it was furry,
had claws sharp open,
but for that night,
my tent stayed open...

I wake up the next morning,
for there she is,
not dead,
cooking us,
marshmallows instead...