open tent
the quietly searching
moon’s face

camping
birds will be birds
such chatter about dawn

camp fire
a full moon
searches the trees

camp fire
our waterfall showers
dried without towels

camp fire
crackling into
the stars

open tent
last in sunset…
the river passes on to night

open tent
green and brown caterpillar
in a beak

open tent
squeezed from a husk
the moth dilates her wings

weekend camp
a feral cat
sniffs the meat

open tent
a thump of thunder
popping her eyes out