He had been gone almost a week
His yearly hunting trip alone.
With out a thought of his poor wife,
He didn’t bother once to phone.

Now he could see that she was mad.
Such times when simple caution pays.
“Just how would you feel,” she asked him,
“To not see me for seven days?”

“Well that would just be fine with me!”
Is what he thoughtlessly had said,
Though he will quickly admit
That he had failed to use his head.

Now it has been those seven days
And though it’s with a hazy blur
Through his badly swollen eyes
He says that he can almost see her.