Campfire

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