Campfire
A wolf howls and rabbits run
The skyline burns with the setting sun
A pop and crackle from the old camp fire
Songs are sung to the strum of the lyre
The night sparkles from a million stars light
As Owls fluff their feathers for impending flight
Sizzling wood sends embers into the air
Then they gently float down without a care
The smell of the campfire is like a drug
The worn old hammock feels like a hug
The bacon frying on the open flame
“Get up” it cries as it calls your name
A bass hits the surface and ripples scatter
Running like thoughts when nothing is the matter
The old fire is starting to die down
Gone for now but it’ll be back around
The fish are clean the fire is hot
Good cold beer now hits the spot
Popping and cracking like it’s glad to see you
A wolf howls in the distance and rabbits run too