When day is done and night time darkness falls
We wait with trepidation for new sun.
It's been so long since first we heard the calls
And started losing people one by one.

Outside they ramble through the dusky light
Their screeches let us know we may not leave.
We live each day retrieving what we might
From storerooms in the village and we grieve.

Our cabin has withstood all their attacks,
Just two of us remain to fight this way.
We gathered brambles, jammed them in the cracks
In hopes that we could make it one more day.

We hear a flutter that we do not know. 
The door bursts in, the last we see is glow...