Sliver moon
cradled in the trees.
Bats scamper among the stars.
Fire releases the warmth
of the sun
and flickers on the faces
of my friends.
My poodle is quiet,
finally,
at my side.
My son is smiling,
as he cremates
another marshmallow.
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2 comments:
What, no deep fried bunny ears?
No, the four dogs had chased them off into the tall grass..........
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