Poem Category: Camping

open tent
white trapped moth…
I watch the spider begin

open tent
a sunrise in the Gum trees
stepping out

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

camping
eggs
when twigs become a nest

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

camp fire
crackling into
the stars

camp fire
our waterfall showers
dried without towels