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
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