a bellows is used to fan the flames
and my eyes follow the sparks
as they circle into the night
the small girl is staring at me
and i give her a wink
but she turns away
a stray dog is sniffing the ground
hoping for any leftover meat
that may have fallen
i turn my head towards laughter
coming from one of the tents
followed by drunken singing
looking back towards the flames
i realize i am alone
the breeze sighing through the trees
makes my eyeslids heavy
and i allow myself to be embraced by sleep
a happy camper.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
a bellows is used to fan the flames
and my eyes follow the sparks
as they circle into the night
the small girl is staring at me
and i give her a wink
but she turns away
a stray dog is sniffing the ground
hoping for any leftover meat
that may have fallen
i turn my head towards laughter
coming from one of the tents
followed by drunken singing
looking back towards the flames
i realize i am alone
the breeze sighing through the trees
makes my eyeslids heavy
and i allow myself to be embraced by sleep
a happy camper.
