Minus 40 Monster

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by Garth Paul Ukrainetz, Poet of the Blackmud Creek

A monster is lurking behind my closed door

Watching and waiting like winters before

Icicle fangs, massive mouth open wide

Will swallow me whole if I venture outside

My only protection is warm armour suit

Thick socks, mittens, parka, long scarf and a toque

I’ll be eaten alive if I don’t dress with care

O that monster they call Minus 40, beware