The cozy chair that I'm not in

Whose idea was it to go camping, anyway? (published in Strong Verse magazine)

The cozy chair that I'm not in

Beside the cozy fireplace, a chair
Sits patiently awaiting my return.
I’d give my first-born child to be back there
Instead I weep, as I will never learn.

Your cheery voice should warn me in advance,
Bright optimistic tales of camping fun.
I curse myself that I once had the chance
To walk away, or better yet, to run!

But tales of bonhomie and leafy walks
Made me forget that after day, there’s night
So here I quake and listen for what stalks
A camper much too terrified to fight.

Though you swear nothing in the darkness lies
Still, I can feel a thousand hostile eyes.