All summer I made friends With the creatures nearby – They flowed through the fields And under the tent walls, Or padded through the door, Grinning through their many teeth, Looking for seeds, Suet, sugar; muttering and humming, Opening the breadbox, happiest when There was milk and music. But once In the night I heard a sound Outside the door, the canvas Bulged slightly – something Was pressing inward at eye level. I watched, trembling, sure I had... Read more















