Standing at the edge

Where below are ragged rocks.

Trusting the ledge is firm

Or I'll have bloody socks.

There the night wolf roams,

Seeking a free meal.

He lets out a howl

That would curdle your veins.

Woke me up one night

As I thought it was too real.

Got my rifle out, fully loaded;

Went to the ledge again, nothing there.

Suddenly behind me

I heard a low growl.

Quickly I turned

And shot a grizzly bear.