I can still remember the velvet night
When the dew fell like rainSplashing from the leaves far above us
And tapping on the canvas.
Later the reflected brilliance of the moon
Illuminated the walls of out portable home.
Peeking out, we saw a family of racoons
Approach the campsite
And rummage through some refuse
Cast off by other intruders.
Otherwise all was still
Save for fowl of all descriptions
That warbled in high voice
Deep in the woods.
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