I know all the dark places
Where the sun hasn't reached yet,
Where the last cricket
Has just hushed; anthills
Where it sounds like it's raining;
Slumbering spiders spinning wedding dresses...
The good tree with its voice
Of a mountain stream
Knows my steps.
It, too, hushes.
I stop and listen:
Somewhere close by
A stone cracks a knuckle,
Another rolls over in its sleep.
I hear a butterfly stirring
Inside a caterpillar,
I hear the dust talking
Of last night's storm...
And all of a sudden!
In the midst of that quiet,
It seems possible
To live simply on this earth.
- Charles Simic (Summer Morning)
The tent is up and we're ready for the Great American Backyard Campout.
"It looks like lightning!", they squealed.
We read, "Whoo's There", a short, but sweet bedtime shadow casting book about nocturnal animals and used a flash light cast the projections on the tent wall. We awoke to the dawn chorus.
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