Saturday, July 5, 2014

Day 5 Poetic Bloomings Camp sounds

Forest Alarm Clock

Lying in my tent,
I woke up in the early morning
hearing a strange sound—
something like shaking a can of spray paint,
when the metal ball rattles around inside.
Who would be painting anything just past dawn
amongst tall timber by a mountain lake?

Carefully I undid the ties
and looked out the screen window.
Two gray squirrels chased each other in the trees.
They seemed to be enjoying themselves,
as much as I enjoyed watching them scampering about,
their claws on the bark making the noise.
Who would have thought it sounded like that? 

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