The Lonely Hut


I hate winters, cried out the cute wooden hut in despair

My joints get frozen, screws unscrewed, and not a soul around to repair

As it is, even in the best of times, I struggle to find good company and conversation

But it gets worse in this season, when I long for a kind word of appreciation


For I was built not to satisfy someone’s idle whim

But to give warmth and shelter to people after a good swim

However, it continued, now that the lake is frozen and hostile

It’s been months since I heard a tinkle of laughter, or saw a pretty face smile


A passing bird heard the lament of the lonely hut

And its heart broke, like a shriveled up, dried nut

So he decided to do something to ameliorate the hut’s circumstances

It was the last hut of its kind, he thought, so why take any chances


He flew in a tizzy to the benevolent huskies in the dog yard

And begged them to help the loneliest hut in Svalbard

The huskies understood the seriousness of the situation

And immediately rushed to gather tourists at the battle station


Off they went, like the wind, their paws barely touching the ground

The poor passengers held on to the rails, not daring to make a single sound


The carriage carried on till it stopped right in front of the cute wooden hut’s door

And the hut smiled a big, wonderful smile, for she was lonely no more



About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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