The drowsy monster looks for settlement.
Something based in natural selection.
Nothing too extravagant.
It doesn’t wish to work too hard to protect.
Nor does it want to spend days cleaning and tidying.
And oozing with safety.
The time is near.
Steadily waiting for its crinkle foot to release.
Divide the logs.
Start the fire.
Finish said deeds.
Work waits for no one anymore.