Pure, still waters, wind whispering in trees
The predatory wolf, howls at the moon
I tend to dwindling campfire, on my knees
Nearby I’m watched by mischievous raccoon
Sage and wised owl peers down from branches strong
Silent padding fox, skirts my encampment
Cautious doe, young fawn do not linger long
Leary of man, kinship with entrapment
Through clearing in trees, meteor flies past
Curling smoke from fire, makes trail to the stars
Upon silent lake, splashes moonlit bass
City sounds mute, no neon flashing bars
Did tribes of America…have this life?
Can we join you Red Cloud…me and my wife?
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