November 23 Poem

Sometimes I just need to sleep outside,

in a forest, with a blanket of stars

draped over me, and the chill night

air rubbing my nose as I burrow

into a cocoon of feathers.

The night sky is framed by

naked branches reaching out

in all directions, and the silence

is complete, except for a lone

coyote yipping in the darkness.

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