The wind was a howling wolf,
Shrieking like a banchee on crack.
There’ll be no sleeping for us here tonight,
I wonder if we can get our money back.
We chose to rent a place up in the hills,
Thinking what a nice change that would be.
But our smiling host failed to mention to us
The awful noise the wind makes in the trees.
So, now we know why it was so cheap to rent,
And we have learned, much to our dismay,
That a deal isn’t great, by any means,
If you can’t rest and relax where you stay.
Written for Saturday Mix from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. This week is using metaphor, and the prompt is The wind was a howling wolf.