While We Sleep

Photo by Jack Beckerleg on Unsplash

Last night,
a creature
bounded
down the path and
brushed against
my tent

It shrieked as it ran
and
through the tent screen
I glimpsed
a sky
heavy with stars, 

I breathed
pulsing leaves, and
trembling raindrops

I sensed
creatures
that prowl
the night
while we sleep, and 

At daybreak
a baby
called
to the light
glowing
through
tent walls, and
the day
began again

Joan MacIntosh

Joan MacIntosh lives in St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada and writes poetry and prose. Her poetry has been published previously in Friends Journal as well as South Shore Review and others.

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