Saturday, June 7, 2014

Camping at Anastasia


I can still remember the velvet night

When the dew fell like rain

Splashing 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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