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Monday Poem- “Tent (Night II)″

Tent (Night II)

We left the tent and ventured out
Quiet at first, then hysterical and fast
Not wanting to get caught by noise or dark
Or by anyone else about.

With the tent that housed us not in sight
We each submitted to adventures dares,
Our whispers failed to mask our scare-
It is a foreign world at night.

Even the most mundane finds
Provide mystical and magical awe
And are different objects than before,
When we leave the tent behind.

We play games and just pretend
That we are adults and not just small boys
Until the bushes move and make a noise
Then we bolt back to the tent-
Willing night to end.